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...



Have you ever prayed to the night sky?

Under one of them cold street lights?

Watched another stolen car drive by and lost your hope