We wrote this against the number of white, upper middle class, 13 year olds, posing as gangsters from the ghetto at our school.
Lyrics
where's the sense of pride now?
flip your hat to the side now.
i come to you wiht baseball bats
OH MY GOD forget the hats!
forget life bring out the bombs!
im rich and this is all wrong!
where's the glammor? wheres the fun?
its the burning pain of the stinging gun!
White ghettos-bland pictures
wheres my sense of senority now?
im just the minority now.
i come to you with the facts:
i know you all just wanna be black.
Hey now, thats a new story!
i think ill jump outta the third story.
whats the difference between our race,
besides the color of our face?!?
white ghettos-bland picture
