Flower Child
Kai Straw Lyrics

See we're lost in the scope of things
We don't understand the bigger picture and feel lost in the world

A lost generation, a couple hopeless beings
We feel like our generation is lost and without hope

with no care, what's to care for?
We feel like there is nothing to care about

We're all werewolves eating up the nightlife
We're youthful and wild, partying and living in the moment

cause life's unfair to all of us, 'cept when the dollar come
We feel like life is unfair, but money can temporarily make it better

wanna spring like the time before the summer come
We want to feel alive and happy like we did in the past

Nothin' defines us but pints of liquor and drunk pictures
Our identity is tied to partying and drinking, and the pictures we take during those moments

anything to make the sun go down quicker
We want to make the day end faster and live in the night

The moon's my sun
I find peace and comfort in the night

My home 'till the movers come
The night is my home until my living situation changes

So come celebrate our pointless run in this history of ours
Let's celebrate the meaningless time we have in our lives

their history is lies, let's burn it down, fuck it if our history dies
We don't care about the history that has been written, and would rather destroy it than accept it

Let's start over, fuck it if religion exists, cause then we'd stop fightin' over all the stupidest shit
We want to start fresh and forget about religion, believing it is one of the things that cause unnecessary conflict

And the truth is, man, you are what your mom was
Our upbringing has a major impact on who we become

How bout you are what you are, son, talkin' bout
We should focus on who we are now, and not let our past define us

My God, this world it's so cold to me
The world feels harsh and difficult to navigate through

We're high where the lows should be
We're feeling happy and exhilarated when we should be feeling low

Hopefully, we find where our hope could be
We're searching for something to give us hope and meaning

It's in I, my fate is mine
We believe that our destiny is in our own hands

And I'm lost, but to me it's found
Despite feeling lost, we still have a sense of purpose

What makes me, is it the pointless war?
We're questioning the things that define us and wondering if it's worth fighting for

A shot that's poured to ignore the fact I'm alone
We use alcohol to numb our loneliness

Should I join the corp cause I don't got a desk job?
We question whether or not we should join the military because we don't have any other job prospects

If my success stop, join what I'm a pest of?
If we can't be successful doing what we want, should we join something we hate?

Nah, rather be lost then a cost of a war that's possibly fixed
We'd rather feel lost than be a pawn in a war that has predetermined outcomes

so my boss gets money from the loss of my life when I fought
We believe that the people in charge profit from the losses of war

cause I'm not a motherfuckin' soul to be bought
We refuse to be bought and controlled by others

Should I chase the dream that America's deemed as ours
We question whether or not we should go after the American Dream and if it's worth it

with a white picket fence, wife, 2-door garage
We reference the stereotypical American Dream of having a happy home life with a house, spouse, and car

Why? So I can lie and say I'm alright
We question whether or not chasing the American Dream is worth sacrificing our true happiness

with a life prescribed to quench my thirst for purpose?
We question whether or not this idealized life would actually fulfill us

My work on earth isn't about materialism
We believe that our purpose in life isn't tied to material possessions

about your wallet or what's in your fuckin' purse or isn't
Our worth isn't determined by our wealth or possessions

It's about now and what now is, not the minute nor the day nor the hour
Our purpose is about living in the present, not worrying about the future or past

I may be lost but it's better than bein' lead into a grown mold like a plant in a chia pet
We'd rather feel lost and uncertain than be forced into conformity

We're lead by blind men straight to confinement
The people in power are leading us towards being trapped and limited in our lives

Without prison walls, I use bars to define it
We feel trapped and limited without actually being in prison, and use our words to express this

and expose, what's already there and imposed
We want to reveal the norms and rules that are already limiting us

'cept I use metaphors, poems and prose
We use creative writing to express our discontent with the world

some use bombs and napalm set to explode
Others use violence to express their discontent

either way, there's a motherfuckin' truth uphold
Regardless of the method, there is an undeniable truth being expressed

And they're watchin' all've us, lost in our youth
Those in power are watching us be lost and unsure of ourselves

we're used to accept their fuckin' views in school
We've been conditioned to accept the views and norms taught to us in school

and we're molded, from our generation to the oldest
We continue to be molded into conforming to societal norms and expectations throughout our entire lives

into comatosis by those who oppose us
We become passive and submissive to those who are against us

The other night I dreamt I fought behind a bike rack
We have dreams and aspirations of fighting against the system and those in power

Hung by my toes cause I write raps
We feel like our passion for writing and creating art is holding us down and leaving us vulnerable

Then they asked me, we're the law, why you test us?
Those in power question why we would challenge their authority

And I said, 'Bitch, cuz I'm young and I'm restless', talkin' bout
We stand up to those in power because we're young and refuse to be complacent