Look at all those people Living in those places The look of desperation Written on their faces No escape, no way out Trapped in a circle of doubt Are they happy? I don't know Pocket are empty, there's nothing to show Living, just living Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that I'm tired, give me something Is that all there is? Is that all there is? Not much hope for any future No desire to recall the past Lower standards of education Hard to think when your stomach is empty Procreation, no conscience, no caution Another one, look what's you've done Soon another mouth to feed Babies for income, you can't tell me that Living, just living Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that I'm tired, give me something Is that all there is? Is that all there is? Walls of many colors Look at what they're saying Territorial frustration There's a war zone inside this nation A young man stands accused Street light, nothing new Filled with anger, filled with hatred The situation, understated Living, just living Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that I'm tired, give me something Is that all there is? Is that all there is?