Youth Dub Lyrics - Matisyahu

Some of them come now 

Some of them are running 

Some of them are looking for fun 

Some of them are looking for a way out of confusion 

Some of them don't know what to be 

Some of them don't know where to go 

Some of them just got instincts that something's missing from the show 

Some don't fit society, 

Insides are crying low 

Some of them teachers quash the flame before it had a chance to grow 

Some of them embers do glow 

Them charcoal, hushed and low 

Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed 

Them feel a death blow 

Young man, control in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

Take a stand 

Fan a fire for the flame of the youth 

Got the freedom to choose 

Better make the right move 

Young man, the power's in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

You better make the right move 

Focus your own energy 

Into a laser beam 

Streaming shattered light 

Unites to pierce 

Between the seams 

And it seems 

In a world open 

Peering, the children see 

Rapid fire for your mind 

The "truth" is just a lie 

They refuse them a way 

Then say "now why you fall behind?" 

Some of the children disconnect without the concept 

This wine is spiritual 

Emptiness of the youth 

Said, no respect 

Young man, control in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

Take a stand 

Fan a fire for the flame of the youth 

Got the freedom to choose 

Better make the right move 

Young man, the power's in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

You better make the right move 

Freedom to choose 

Better make the right move 

Got the freedom to choose 

Young man, control in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

Take a stand 

Fan a fire for the flame of the youth 

Got the freedom to choose 

Better make the right move 

Young man, the power's in your hand 

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand 

You better make the right move