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At school the choices I made |
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Were rock and roll bands |
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And getting good grades. |
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But brains and wearing all black |
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To some of these guys |
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It's like a red flag. |
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The taste of anyone's fist |
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Is not a good vibe, or something I've missed. |
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I was intimidated, assaulted, and for what? |
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I hope they choke... |
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Shrugged off the shit in my youth |
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Like growing up pains or losing a tooth |
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But it's not a matter of age |
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They're everywhere |
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These people don't change |
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When I was in New York |
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A woman tried to start a fight with me |
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Because she thought I was Jewish |
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And somehow it felt wrong to tell her I wasn't |
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And I pray to God she chokes... |
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You're going home in a fucking ambulance... |
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I once saw a man |
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With blood on his face |
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From beating up black kids |
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And I could hardly breathe |
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Your race, your faith |
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Or just your clothes incite |
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They drink and they fight |
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It's not safe out tonight |
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Your race, your faith |
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Or just your clothes incite |
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They drink and they fight |
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So don't go out tonight, don't! |
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If your mum and dad |
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Hit you as a child |
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I feel sad for you |
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But that's no excuse for it |
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Who says it's okay |
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To behave in this way? |
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I can't help but feel it's us |
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For the sake of our own skin |
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We walk away, and it's like we all say |
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"That's alright, it's alright, it's alright..." |
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I wish I had the guts |
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To stand up for myself |
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And for the others as well |
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Against these fuckers |
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Choke... |
