college kids on mommy's dime
business men who bide their time
Newark pigs protect the streets
from ordinary people like you and me

I look in my head I look in my heart
and they both say the same thing
I talk to myselves and we all agree

people hate people it's a fact of life
thanks to misconceptions and stereotypes
we cant get along cause we dont make sense
we'd rather spend our time puttin up a fence

I can't stand the way they view me
I hope I'll never be that way
I can't stand the cold-ass, old-ass, stares
I saw so many times today

I used to be so fucked up
didn't hear a word that they said to me
I didn't hear you what, what?
peace out? What did you say to my back...?!
I used to be so violent,
...that you can't say to my face
I used to be so all alone
What do you think of me now?