The Looking For The Light

We used to play til the death of days
Now the kids go looking for the light 
Spoke sweet street prayers in good grace’s airs 
Now the kids going looking for the light 
A grazed knee was the least you’d see 
Now the kids go looking for the light 
With good homes a stones throw from the baddens
Though those kids went looking for the light 
From guns of sticks to rows of fists 
To the kids looking for the light 
We cross words with them that were older 
But they too were just looking for the light.