Have you ever prayed to the night sky?
Under one of them cold street lights?
Watched another stolen car drive then lose your hope and say `This is where I`ll die`?
But you try to say you know me.
But you try to say you`re from my world.
Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens, and violence all alone?
They want to break me down. I hope I can hold my ground.
Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy.
You got your hopes and you`ll get your dreams.
Well, that choice wasn`t there for me.
My world remains unseen by you.
Poverty and no family,
Broken homes and broken dreams,
I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed.
They want to break me down. I won`t back down.
They try to break me down. I hope I can hold my ground.
I ain`t I your kind of white. I ain`t that kind of white.
I`ll never be your kind of white, I`ll never be your kind `cause you made me outcast.
I ain`t your kind of white. I`ve never been your kind of white.
I ain`t that kind of white `cause I`m a lowlife outcast piece of white trash.
Five years on down the road (you`ve got) two kids and a high paying job,
(with a) picket fence and a college degree.
Well, that choice wasn`t there for me.
This path on which I walk: it ain`t a game and it ain`t all talk.
This is all I ever had.
This is all they ever let me have.
I ain`t ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society.
I seen the way it was for the people like me.
I seen the way it was for the families so...