Lyrics
My Old Home
My old home
Shots rang out in the night
Those kids loved to fight
For what, I’ll never know
My old home
Under poverty united
Through poetry recited
Our plight our own
Take a trip to the other side of the tracks
Where people pay more property tax
Blaming all their troubles on terrorist attacks
Living in a world they’ve never known
Fuck you, I’m going home
My old home
Crooked cops, pedophiles
And gangsters running wild
Don’t go out at night alone
My old home
The streets were rough
But it made us tough
Learned how to fight for our own
My old home
Under social oppression
Forced into regression
Like a bullet in the bone
My old home
It gets worse every day
Soon someone’s gonna’ pay
A price unknown
While the folks down here ain’t got nothin’ to eat
Rent’s on the rise and employers are cheap
And people’s lives are consumed by the streets
But the struggle, she won’t take me
Fuck you, I’m going home