So many things these eyes have seen,
People I've met and places I've been,
Inconceivable how one maintains,
In the game
with the pain and the strain on the brain,
How reality's plane can wear you down,
And make you an insane man who only
City hardened and cold just like me,
Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see.
Like a workingman's skin as it turns
The mind of the youth is forced to weather,
An assault on his senses by his parents and peers,
That preys on
innocence, weakness and fears,
Manifestation of rage runs deep,
Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep,
Violent reaction, bitter
A product of what these eyes have seen.
These eyes have seen inhuman sights,
I hold my breath with all my
Like anyone else in our own hells,
It seems obscene the things I've seen.
Lost count of how many wakes were
Mind and body never quite mended,
Do you think this is what life intended?
At fourteen your life has ended,
your spirit is battered and broken,
From s**t you've seen and words that were spoken,
Death, violence, drugs all around,
eyes have seen some s**t go down.