My Surroundings Songtext

I witness genocide by assassins
Who are too young to realise they're just pawns
Caught up in thug life a false sense of power
Unware that someone pullin our strings
Some go to church and the pray ever Sunday
But lose compassion as they walk out the door
We're like mice in a maze tryin to escape this system
Unware of which path to take

It seems like history's repeating itself now