Be careful not to be beat
There's tumult on the noisy street
Don't walk towards the rowdy neighbors
Your place is with the rest of the laborers
While pandemonium surrounds the houses
Make sure to protect the satin blouses
Hand them in without a stain
Or the snobby daughters will complain
When you turn in your keys and lock the door
Don't make a sound while they snore
Otherwise, you face the consequence
No more money, no more rent
Don't get caught with your hands in your pockets
Or else the authorities will start submitting dockets
On your way back from work, during the rest of the long trek back
Make sure you're with someone, there's always a possibility of being sacked
If they catch you with your eyes down
Arms up, there's no room for dirty browns
Don't stand together, stay five feet apart
They don't like that, the lashes will start
Free time? You don't know what that is
If you don't do what they ask, they'll think you're a member of "ISIS"
Foreign? They don't know what was stolen
Your innocence, your life, that age was just golden
Good things don't last forever
They made it seem like we were all in this together
Guess what? That's not reality
Because now life is just obedience and punctuality
Around you people jeer and stare
Inside, you wonder if you should say some sort of prayer
When they pelt with rocks and scream shit that's racist
You sit there and wonder how long you have to face it
Yet the rich kids down three blocks
Think it's so amazing this place has Glocks
They think that to be "gangsta" is to be hot
Do they know what it's like to be in the midst of gunshots?
Just a little more, you always say to yourself
The coins will add up in that jar sitting on the shelf
Unfortunately, you're subject to excess strife
Whenever there's almost enough, it gets swiped
There's not enough funds to get medicine
Even if you see the local doctor, they treat you like some specimen
Still, you don't deserve the food stamps or soup
Welfare is a scam, helping people is just some sort of dupe
The hope inside your heart is beginning to die
American Dream? That was just a lie
They say it's a blessing to live in this country
But really, it's more like weekends going hungry
Friends wore by time wave you through the door
The rest of your family are no more
But it's all okay, close your eyes to sleep
Only the weak have time to weep
