| Lyrics: | These ideas are nightmares,
white parents whose first fear is a child with dyed hair,
and
who like earrings,
like whatever they say has no bearing,
its so scary in a house that
allows no swearing,
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone his own
zone, cold and he dont care,
he's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out,
when he
talks about his * Dad walking out,
cuz he 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 |
