Invisible Children

Got underground trafficking rings

Bring kids into foreign countries

And sell them off

For a hundred thousand bucks

(you know what?)

These kids don't know what's going on

All they know is fear

They don't know fun

They get beat up

And brought down all the time

Now these kids grow up as slaves

Giving head a walking house for aids

50 bucks a night

There's no way this is right

They think that people do this all the time

And bleeding, pain, and beatings are fine

Theyr'e used to it

And they wont forget

The time that they lived and died

As invisible children

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