Logic, Lowkey, NWO - My Generation lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic, Lowkey, NWO - My Generation lyrics]
The night is so wild, downstairs
The child is sleeping, her spirit is free
For more than an hour
I’ve walked in the rain I’ve
Been wondering what she
Will be But where are the heroes
Where are the dreams that
I had when I was young Am I hoping in vain?
Just to think she can change anything?
Well I'm counting on you
LOGIC see I ain't going back to the block
Rats and the rocks flats and the cops
Logic’s never been trapped in no box
See the young ones wanna clap at the bus
The youths now are practically lost
Stacking from what's trapped in the cost
While the factories floss
Third world labour
Little kids wrapping up my socks
Happy slaps at the bus-stop
Everyone praises beef
We gotta dust all the dust
Off ’cos It’s old now
Listen, how many have to be dead
Before the murderin slows down?
And I know what I know now
So I don't want my seed to
Go through this I'm tryna show
How life can be better then this
Chasing money and cars
It's all irrelevantness
They don't help In the after life
I don't know if the answer’s right
I'm simply just asking, WHY?
My Generation is losing It’s way
We don’t know, what we’re leaving for you
LOWKEY
See the olders are cracked out
Those were our role models
All that really leaves for the
Young guns is no morals
Me I know myself now
So I know I won't follow
Even though my heart’s full of
Pain and my soul’s hollow
Drugs kill, but reality is godsend
The olders got hooked
They didn’t know what It was then
Right man, right time
What Is just the wrong end
I keep my circles small
Cause I’ve already lost friends
I'm not a bad boy, never said I was one
These youths think they’re invincible
‘cos they got guns
See them 8 year olds in Iraq
Fam they got guns
But that fuckin don't mean nothing
When the bombs come
Where I live you treat strangers like enemies
Cause some die over mistaken Identities
Who can say, are we losing our brains?
All I know everyday is
For the youth them I pray cause
My Generation is losing It’s way
We don’t know, what we’re leaving for you
The child is sleeping, her spirit is free
For more than an hour
I’ve walked in the rain I’ve
Been wondering what she
Will be But where are the heroes
Where are the dreams that
I had when I was young Am I hoping in vain?
Just to think she can change anything?
Well I'm counting on you
LOGIC see I ain't going back to the block
Rats and the rocks flats and the cops
Logic’s never been trapped in no box
See the young ones wanna clap at the bus
The youths now are practically lost
Stacking from what's trapped in the cost
While the factories floss
Third world labour
Little kids wrapping up my socks
Happy slaps at the bus-stop
Everyone praises beef
We gotta dust all the dust
Off ’cos It’s old now
Listen, how many have to be dead
Before the murderin slows down?
And I know what I know now
So I don't want my seed to
Go through this I'm tryna show
How life can be better then this
Chasing money and cars
It's all irrelevantness
They don't help In the after life
I don't know if the answer’s right
I'm simply just asking, WHY?
My Generation is losing It’s way
We don’t know, what we’re leaving for you
LOWKEY
See the olders are cracked out
Those were our role models
All that really leaves for the
Young guns is no morals
Me I know myself now
So I know I won't follow
Even though my heart’s full of
Pain and my soul’s hollow
Drugs kill, but reality is godsend
The olders got hooked
They didn’t know what It was then
Right man, right time
What Is just the wrong end
I keep my circles small
Cause I’ve already lost friends
I'm not a bad boy, never said I was one
These youths think they’re invincible
‘cos they got guns
See them 8 year olds in Iraq
Fam they got guns
But that fuckin don't mean nothing
When the bombs come
Where I live you treat strangers like enemies
Cause some die over mistaken Identities
Who can say, are we losing our brains?
All I know everyday is
For the youth them I pray cause
My Generation is losing It’s way
We don’t know, what we’re leaving for you