Down in the ghetto a poor child without a home
Was born with just the streets to roam
Brought up in an environment so crude
He has to scrounge around garbage cans for food
Living without a father and living without a mother
Only had a street gang for a brother
Never learned the difference between wrong and right
Only thing he was taught was how to fight
When he was mad he'd cause a commotion
He never learned the right way to express his emotion
Who can stop a boy for whom no one really cares
He's free and he will do whatever he dares
At age fifteen he used his fists to defend is honor
Never learned how to settle problems with his words before
At sundown they decided to fight
The only witness was the streetlight
In one punch the ghetto boy was down cold
Died in the streets at fifteen years old
There was no funeral or grave
For this soul unsave
Drafted
So you have been drafted my friend
I'll never see you again
You've gone to fight in a war you did not chose
A war each side will lose
For no matter who wins we all will have lost
For human life is worth more than any cost
But you are still forced to go in the army
Never again to see me
He has left and gone to die so young
Whether or not this nation is right or wrong
Now the war has long came to an end
And still no sign of my friend
Did he have to die
For a fight with no reason why
Why the war was claimed a victory
Is far beyond me
Season's Reasons
The government didn't take Jesus out of the holiday
It was its citizens who refused Christ's way
People may argue Jesus is the reason
But the corporations are the ones who sponsored the season
Gift stockings, hacked up trees, Santa Claus complete a White Christmas
It is ritual without religion that'll come to pass
