Caught Up in the Madness
Young girl, lost in the middle of the city
At the age of fifteen, was walking tall and looking pretty
But to see her now, well, it really is a pity
She is caught up in the madness on the streets.
Looking at this brother, who was stoned out of his mind,
She fought for his attention, thinking that he might be kind
But only pain and misery were there for her to find
For he was caught up in the madness on the streets.
Now he was the kind of guy who liked to play those kinky games
And hang out with the fellas who are known by phony names,
A ghetto social club, where all the members are the same.
They like the action in the madness on the streets.
One day, while bored, she started looking at this boy
Thinking that to kill her boredom, he just might bring her some joy.
So she walked up hoping that he’d be her boy toy
And make some sense out of the madness on the streets.
Now how could she have known that he’d do that and much more?
A much deeper game was what this brother had in store.
This time she’d realize that she was better off before
She ever thought about the madness on the streets.