The Red Streets of America

Here I am
walking down
the red streets of America
knee-deep
in silent hate
that don't reciprocate
through my eyes
in those around me
I see my demise
my judgement's cloudy
and so I despise
the record I'm given
like a white boy in harlem
I'm driven
into adversity
no, obscurity
separated so far, then
they don't know
I'm no average joe
no cracker bitch
I've got my scars
they're all G's
well I've been in back
of the same cop cars
worn the same cuffs
done the same stuff
my path was just as rough
though they just see
I"m a white teen
So I couldn't have seen
the things I have seen
lived through
the things that have been
haunting me
they're taunting me
all the while
they're wanting me
to break down and cry
turn aside
run and hide
I don't
I walk up slow
make sure they know
they got nowhere to go
I stare 'em down
lookin straight in his eyes
make him feel like a clown
'cause he knows
that I am street-wise
and then I walk away
calm as could be
he don't know what to say
so he yells out "Bitch!"
and it's all eyes on me
I turn back
"I ain't no Richie Rich
or Cadillac hustla
no 10k prick
I bust my ass
all day
just to pass
the school I pay
to go to
and don't delay
to leave
so I can work
at a job
with no perks
and make minimum wage
don't fake
you dumbass Jerk
you'll send me in a rage
I've got bills to pay
and the will to say
I won't kill or maime
even though I get blamed
by the cops on the street
for droppin' fags like you
when all I drop are beats
and that's the truth."
And I walk away
just a white hustla
walking alone
the red streets of America.