POVERTY STREET AMERICA

(white trash mostly)

name the shit and i've been through it
hands all dirty from primerin' the buick
gotta can of bud light and a cap against the sun
catfish lunch gonna get this shit done
them firemen stare with their thick thick necks
and their chain cigarettes like they're placin' their bets
but even when i'm face to face with it i never ever fret
chronic unemployment and mountains of debt
so i'm set for this life on a tray there before me
duct tape this day but tomorrow might bore me
dealt a bad card like them sneaky old dealers
or the deaf half-retarded old mascot faith healers
one white door on a half-dead car
life keeps attackin' got about five scars
couldn't pay rent-a-center took my dining room set
now i'm just sittin' on the floor all drunk and upset

poverty street america
poverty street america

so i got this black eye from fighting outside
two or three motherfuckers jumped me last night
ran upstairs to get my gun but that goddamn bitch stole it
so i just sat outside smokin' engrossed in the moment
it's been flailing - thinkin' it's here but it's bailing
frequencies hailing but dead air prevailing
state troopers trailing - screaming and wailing
radar blockers failing - drying to dock but it's sailing
spent time in jail over real stupid shit though
still tryin' to climb this thin rope out of this shithole
don't click though these days find me in limbo
hypnotized and unfit shit i'm feelin' a bit low
bored paranoia pretty regular now
lack of work lack of money hasslin' like a sick hound
dead downtown all the buildings run down
boarded up like everyone packed up and left town

racist white boys ride blastin' gangsta-rap tunes