You see these bruises and cuts they
They remind me, of my circum - circumstances
Where my people and I all live on the underside of pain
Can someone please tell me is this my destiny
Must I believe that this should be my life
Most of my time is spent within a factory
I'm on my knees unbind me from the lies
Give me a chance to be a child
I beg as tears run from my eye
But reality is knocking on the door
And I know that I will never be much more than this
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
See these sores upon my hand I know it isn't right
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
See my friends and family are all that I desire
Forbe's List, I supply
Fueled by manufactured lies
I could do with a hot meal or three
I ask tonight you say maybe
When I'm done toiling in this heat
With heavy tools it's killing me
I'd think about all the missed faces
If I could remember, ooh
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
See these sores upon my hand I know it isn't right
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
(Should be on some monkey bars
Playing not working so hard
Ain't felt a parent's arms long hours
Perps ain't being charged)
See my friends and family are all that I desire
(Should be on some monkey bars)
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
See these sores upon my hand I know it isn't right
It's the burden of a child who's hurting in the night
See my friends and family are all that I desire