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letra de a white kid from the 'burbs - kmakze

a white kid from the ‘burbs, -sserts that he’s hard
he’s p-ssed off with his parents, i guess they pushed him too far
got mixed up with a crowd, he had no business cooling with
cutting cl-ss at his prep school, though he’d never admit to it
confessing to being privileged would get him stomped and spit on
this honky was into rock and roll, here they listen to hip hop
being something he is not, rocking rags and baggy jeans
it seems he’s out of his element, doing this for the h-ll of it
getting back at mom and dad for taking away his tennis racket
from a different bracket where the taxes bought him a lexus
picking up all of the lingo, f-cking like he was single
while his girls alone in her room, crying into her pillow
wishing that he would come home and come back to his senses
but 2pac’s got him brainwashed, he’s a menace and he’s reckless
it’s thug life in a cutl-ss, yet he’s yellow belly and gutless
praying that his new homies don’t figure out, he’s above this

(hook) x2

nas said it was street dreams, pac said it was thug life
hov was choppin’ o’s, while biggie was rolling dice
it’s blunts, 40’s and b-tches and they market it to the m-sses
while one’s trying to better themselves, the others are trying to have it

a white kid from the ‘burbs, -ssures you he’s hard
but when you hand him the glock, his hands tremble a lot
it’s like the weight of the world, it just rests in his palms
for the first time, he’s armed, his arms threaten to drop
and fall to the floor, f-ck it, that’s the decision he made
and now he’s robbing a liquor store, clerks gun in his face
a renegade, running away from the scene of the crime
with nothing to show for it, doing his best not to cry
ditch the gun in the bushes, he feels the burn in his lungs
but the adrenaline pumps as the cops start to come
louder and louder, as the tension it builds
praying to god in the silence, you put your faith in his will
now comes the moment of truth, distinguish men from the youth
either you’re walking away, or getting cuffed by the blue
and it was his lucky day, they went flying right past
and that’s when he realized, he had p-ss in his pants

(hook) x2

a white kid from the ‘burbs, once thought he was hard
he left home for a minute, he felt like breaking the law
saw it glorified on tv and he thought he could cut it
but the reality of it all was something he just couldn’t stomach
when he was thugging, he loved it, ’til it wasn’t just acting
down to roll with the crew, until he had to do bad things
but what he didn’t understand was that this wasn’t a game
he had a home to go back to where everything was the same
as it was when he left, no hoods, free of theft
where you can walk in the park and you don’t gotta be strapped
or run the risk of attack, because you’re wearing a colour
that some people don’t like, ’cause it’s the shade of another
this kid was pampered and placed, in a spot to succeed
the silver spoon that he ate from, was plated in dreams
that were born in the street, just trying to make their escape
not glorified by white boys who could never relate

(hook) x2

- kmakze

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