cultures
By creggy01
CULTURES
A group of children playing, in the street,
Different cultures, with the same heart beat
With make-shift guns and make-shift knives
learning the art, of taking lives
They start to grow, they start to roam
Then tell their mothers, there leaving home
They start to walk, the streets at night
Cause as young boys, they learnt how to fight
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street.
And were saying
Different cultures, with the same heart beat.
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street.
And were saying
Different cultures, with the same heart beat.
You hear a woman, shouting at her son
As she’s found out, he’s bought a gun
A policeman’s their, knocking on her door
telling her that her, son is no more
She starts to scream & she starts to pray
Why did my child, have to die this way
Friends and family gather, by a grave
They know this life, it could have been saved.
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
There different cultures, with the same heart beat
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
Different cultures, with the same heart beat.
A group of children playing in the street
There different cultures with the same heart beat
Come on now people we know the score
Lets put an end to the culture war
Now people often, wonder why
This couple sit on this bench and cry
They see the pavement and they see the stain
But cant believe culture, was to blame
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
There different cultures, with the same heart beat
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
Different cultures, with the same heart beat.
Lets look at this in a different way
The same children but a different day
With makeshift guns and makeshift knives
Now just pretending to take lives
They start to grow & they stay at home
N, Talk to their friends on the telephone
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
There different cultures, with the same heart beat
And were saying
A group of children, playing in the street
And were saying
Different cultures, with the same heart beat.
They get a job, they find a wife Practice the art of making new life
They go house hunting and they place some bids
Buy a home and they have some kids
Now as parent’s, when were in bed
We’re Sleeping soundly, cause our kids ain’t dead
And were saying
A group of children playing in the street
There different cultures with the same heart beat
Come on now people we know the score
Lets put an end to the culture war
