My Block - The So So Glos

The press is out

Yeah, they think we’re dressed in blue and brown

They think we’re sent straight from London Town

But we’re not, and it’s twenty-oh-eight

But it’s the same routine

It’s been the same since 1980

The rich kids' in the hungry neighborhoods

Are looking for something to eat

There’s a handful of kids on my block, they’re crying

They all tell me New York City is dying

Oh, with the flick of her hand

She went and took it to another land

She said, «I can’t stand your command»

He said, «okay, but remember this

I’ll be your 30-second clip

Advertised on the coffee you sip

Driving by on a fast food strip

From Brooklyn to Baghdad and you paid for it»

And the man at the corner sells sex and violence

He don’t look you in the face, but you could just sense it in his eyelids

And the whole world’s a stage

But down in the crowd it’s just a cage paying minimum wage

And it takes a wrecking ball to break the chain

Or so they say

Get up on your feet

There’s a handful of kids on your block, they’re styling

And they’ll have you convinced that your whole wide world’s an island

And that it really don’t matter much

As long as you get that bang for your buck

And you put off today, tomorrow you’re fucked

Oh, you got your prime, stepping in time in the supper line

And what you learned in the street was the same as in class

You gotta eat the weak to advance

And that sooner or later it is historically proven

The world’s only equator will be left likely in ruin

So you should take what you can from the day

And at the end of it they’ll have you lay

Beside that restless, restless feeling

When you’re down on the ground and your head’s gone through the ceiling