When we were young the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the nighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard Hard to see fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home couse he's got no job He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide Brandon OD'd and died What the hell is going on The cruelest dream, reality
