"These ideas are nightmares for white parents

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

Like whatever they say has no bearing it's 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 don't 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. 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 let's his emotions go..."

take it all society, you cold hearted unforgiving mindless mass.