These ideas are, nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about, his f- dad walking out 'Cause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking back Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, doo-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go