| JUDGES CRITIQUE | DSA 2004 WINTER LYRIC WINNERS |
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(rock song)
Everything that comes between us
All the things that we’re fed
Right and wrong decisions
How can you expect it to not corrupt my head?
We choose to pick our idols
And they turn out to be junkies
And what kinda’ parent are you
To lose your head and start screaming at me
So what if I don’t wanna’ study
Let’s see you try to find the answer
I’d rather play some music
And take my mind off all that pressure
CHORUS
The youth of a nation
Is your son, your daughter, your cousin
I’ll make my world what it will be
I’d rather piss you off then become what you think I should be
‘Cuz the youth of a nation
Is your foe, your rival, your enemy
Just turn around and take a peek at me
You know you hurt me when you exploit me
Sex, drugs and parties
You think that I do all of them
I have an angel and a demon
Don’t get mad cuz I question my religion
It’s weighting heavy on me
And I don’t like consequences
Just let me learn my lesson
So I’ll know how to bring up my own children
So what if I don’t wanna’ listen
All you do is yell in my face
Though I try to keep my head up
You make me feel like a disgrace
CHORUS 2X
(pause: where random voices talk and whisper)
We choose to pick our idols
They turn out to be junkies
The world ain’t so lovely
I need someone with me