These ideas are nightmares to white parents

Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

Like whatever they say has no bearing

Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing

To see him walking around with his headphones blaring

Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care

He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out

Cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out

But if he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back

Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap

His step-father hit him so he socked him back

And broke his nose, his house is a broken home

There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

Come on...



Chorus:

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear

Sing with me now, just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away



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