Don’t you ever wonder,
how much your stupid life’s worth?
'Cause in my world of downtown city streets,
that sun don’t even burn the earth.
Trying to imagine,
what it’s like to really cry,
to hold the hand of happiness,
right before you kiss it goodbye.
Chorus
‘Cause in my world of downtown city streets,
Smoking lungs and broken beats,
that sun don’t even burn the earth.
But that’s all in dream world,
and my eyes can’t look at what you see.
Right here the ground’s as dry as dust
and I ain’t got no soul sown to me.
‘Cause in my world of downtown city streets,
smoking lungs and broken beats,
that sun don’t even burn the earth.
You say that I’m a doomed youth
well, I’m eighteen years a man today!
I’m done caring that I don’t give a damn
and looking for that ray of light
to help me find my blinded way.
All I wanna know is,
America if you’re truly there…
Did something happen at my crummy birth?
Please God, can someone tell me why in my world
does the sun not burn the earth?
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