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Little People
The Procussions Lyrics


Envision a prison of age
Where the apparent disposition is out of apparent commission to live in a cage
To its a appearance where decisions are made
To not listen, and they got their fist in opposition to fair play
Must be in your solicitation of rage
You became a victim the same way
The system that gave way
Inflictin' the same pain
You convicted and can't blame
Recondition your brain till you convinced you can't change
Understand and be wishin'
Family tradition won't end you in a position where you feel in the rein
Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown8
Wearin' a milestone like it's the only tie you own
Cryin' when you're alone
Hopin' that god forgives you
Wonderin' if you get too
No one should have to live through
The violence that you been through
The fight that's still within you
Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you

Hear me
See me
Do you even know I'm still breathing?
I listen to the sounds of the tv
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen
Mommy please
There must be a better way to raise me
I yell until my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

There Billy stands at twenty below
Grippin' his coat that froze two hours ago
Dramatic I know, but oh,
7 year old's waitin'
Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
Put it away
I can't look at it
The truth stings a little when you look at it
We creatin' a mold of bad habits
When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
And the world tunes in just then
Listenin' to every word that he shoulda heard at age ten
That he wonders where it all began
He could call you a father
But couldn't really ever call you a friend
You work hard to provide a home for good livin'
And you figured that's all you really had to give em now
If you don't know much know this
All work no play
Far cry, no miss

Hear me
See me
Do you even know I'm still breathing?
I listen to the sounds of the tv
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen
Mommy please
There must be a better way to raise me
I yell until my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

It was once said that the grass with wither and the flowers will fall down
And every man must pass when his number gets called
But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
A flower never told to pluck its own petals out
And throughout all the tears
It gets so clear
That the son I held dear
I lost somewhere
Between my work passion and a child's size casket
Its hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashin'
His cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table
And a white sheet stained with a mothers pain and grief
And every day I wipe the faces filling the pain
So another scape goat that's just filling the blame
What kind of man am I?
What kind of mother were you?
What kind of life did we subject a child too?
Wishin' I woulda listened
Could've probably seen whose prayin' for salvation that a soul could sure use

Hear me
See me
Do you even know I'm still breathing?
I listen to the sounds of the tv
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen
Mommy please
There must be a better way to raise me
I yell until my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: BRIAN ELLIOT ROBERSON, JASON CHRISTOPHER MEDEIROS, NATHANIEL JASON ADAMS HARVEY

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Wayne Green

[Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros]
Envision the prison of age
Where the apparent disposition
Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage
Who hits the parents when decisions are made
To not listen and they got their fists in opposition to fair play
Must be in your submission to rage
You became a victim the same way
The system done gave way
Inflicting the same pain
Your convicted and can't blame
Recondition your brain till your convinced you can't change
Understandably wishin' family tradition won't land you in a position
Where you feelin' the rain
Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown
Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own
Crying when your alone
Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
No one should have to live through
The violence that you been through
The fight that's still within you
Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

[Verse 2: Stro]
There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat
That froze two hours ago
Dramatic I know, but cold ain't it, seven year old's waiting
Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
We say put it away I can't look at it
The truth stings a little when you look at it
We're creating a mold of bad habits
When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
And the world tunes in just then
Listening to every word that he should have heard at age ten
Then daddy wonders where it all began
He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend
You worked hard to provide a home for good living
And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em
Now, if you don't know much know this
All work, no play, far cry, near miss

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

[Verse 3: Rez]
It was once said that the
Grass will wither and the flowers will fall down
And every man will pass when his number gets called
But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out
And through out of the tears it gets so clear
That the son I held dear I lost somewhere
Between my work passion and a child size casket
Hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashing his
Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and
A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
Every day I wake to face this feeling of pain
So I milk the scapegoat to ease this feeling of blame thinking
What kind of man am I? What kind of mother were you?
What kind of life did we subject our child to?
Wishing I would have listened I would have probably seen clues
Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me



Sweet

Envision the prison of age
Where the apparent disposition
Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage
Who hits the parents when decisions are made
To not listen and they got their fists in opposition to fair play
Must be in your submission to rage
You became a victim the same way
The system done gave way
Inflicting the same pain
Your convicted and can't blame
Recondition your brain till your convinced you can't change
Understandably wishin' family tradition won't land you in a position
Where you feelin' the rain
Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown
Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own
Crying when your alone
Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
No one should have to live through
The violence that you been through
The fight that's still within you
Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me
There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat
That froze two hours ago
Dramatic I know, but cold ain't it, seven year old's waiting
Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
We say put it away I can't look at it
The truth stings a little when you look at it
We're creating a mold of bad habits
When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
And the world tunes in just then
Listening to every word that he should have heard at age ten
Then daddy wonders where it all began
He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend
You worked hard to provide a home for good living
And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em
Now, if you don't know much know this
All work, no play, far cry, near miss

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me
It was once said that the
Grass will wither and the flowers will fall down
And every man will pass when his number gets called
But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out
And through out of the tears it gets so clear
That the son I held dear I lost somewhere
Between my work passion and a child size casket
Hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashing his
Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and
A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
Every day I wake to face this feeling of pain
So I milk the scapegoat to ease this feeling of blame thinking
What kind of man am I? What kind of mother were you?
What kind of life did we subject our child to?
Wishing I would have listened I would have probably seen clues
Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me



All comments from YouTube:

187Maiku

Whoever produced this track is an absolute genius.

Wayne Green

[Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros]
Envision the prison of age
Where the apparent disposition
Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage
Who hits the parents when decisions are made
To not listen and they got their fists in opposition to fair play
Must be in your submission to rage
You became a victim the same way
The system done gave way
Inflicting the same pain
Your convicted and can't blame
Recondition your brain till your convinced you can't change
Understandably wishin' family tradition won't land you in a position
Where you feelin' the rain
Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown
Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own
Crying when your alone
Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
No one should have to live through
The violence that you been through
The fight that's still within you
Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

[Verse 2: Stro]
There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat
That froze two hours ago
Dramatic I know, but cold ain't it, seven year old's waiting
Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
We say put it away I can't look at it
The truth stings a little when you look at it
We're creating a mold of bad habits
When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
And the world tunes in just then
Listening to every word that he should have heard at age ten
Then daddy wonders where it all began
He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend
You worked hard to provide a home for good living
And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em
Now, if you don't know much know this
All work, no play, far cry, near miss

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

[Verse 3: Rez]
It was once said that the
Grass will wither and the flowers will fall down
And every man will pass when his number gets called
But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out
And through out of the tears it gets so clear
That the son I held dear I lost somewhere
Between my work passion and a child size casket
Hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashing his
Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and
A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
Every day I wake to face this feeling of pain
So I milk the scapegoat to ease this feeling of blame thinking
What kind of man am I? What kind of mother were you?
What kind of life did we subject our child to?
Wishing I would have listened I would have probably seen clues
Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use

[Hook]
Hear me...see me...
Do you even know I'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...Mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

Camillo

Its shouldn't have not should have. Did you even understand any of the song

B Small

Thanks!

halland007

Thank you!

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Gloria Lerma

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for the songs : )

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