The House

Yo man! I don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real f**ked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have a new scar Something strange is going on And everybody knows Doors always shut Windows always closed The little girl had a burn The boy was black and blue They said, "It came from play" You know that shit ain't true The boy's arm's broke Girl's scared to speak Their parents drink all day Couple of dead beats Some days they go to school And other days they might It's hard to stay awake After you cry all night You see 'em every day Tear tracks on their cheeks But they will never tell It goes on weeks and weeks But what can they do? They're only children man! You ain't no f**kin' kid Act like you give a damn Won't someone save these kids? Do something, call a cop The other night I heard gun shots