Our House

Here’s the story, of a little boy
Growin' up in a suburban home
Trying to cope with everyday life
Who lives in a little house
That was built, in the middle of the street
«Hey, Mom!
Tupac’s on the juke box
So what he shot two cops
And raped a little girl
While two dudes watched,»
«Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to frame him,
You wouldn’t have Two Pack Shaker,»
«No! That ain’t how you say his name, mum!
You’re so lame
Don’t you know anything?»
«Yeah!
I know that you’ll probably go
and join in a gang,»
«Yeah, right. Im out
Where’s my f*ckin' walkman at?»
«Stop cussin' at me!»
«Shut up, b*tch!»
«And quit talking black.»
Well, slammed the door and I’m out
Now, what?
It’s probably warm in the house
F*ck, I forgot my jacket
forgot it was winter
I’m gettin' thinner
I’m hungry
Is Mom cookin' dinner?
«Mom! Let me back in!
I forgot my coat
Mom, come on, I’m not playin'
It’s cold!
Alright, sorry
I need a jacket
Mom, look
My Tupac tape
I just cracked it
Ma, please let me back in
It is Two Pack Shaker
I just asked him.»
I’m freezin', (achoo)
I’m sneezin'
I’m breathin' too much cold air
I’m wheezin'
«I ain’t did nothin'
I didn’t say «I'm leavin',»
I said «I'm goin' on the front
Porch to get somethin',»
(scissors cutting)
«Alright, here.
Take your damn coat and leave,»
«Finaly!,
Mom! You cut off the sleaves!»
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
One, two, three
My teacher’s two faced
She went to lower my school grades
Since Last Tuesday
I had a toothache
from kool-aid
So Mom kicked me out, (get out)
And, all i had in my suitcase
Was one shoelace
A tube sock
and a tube of toothpaste
Sometimes, it was cool
«cause I could go to a friend’s
Crash there
Fool around and just skip school
But other times
I’d rather just be home
In my own room alone
Read my shit and nobody would know
My little brother s*cked on a bottle
'Til he was six,
So I’d hide it inside the couch
And say «I don’t know where it is,»
But as soon as Mom found it
I would either be grounded
Or kicked out the house
A thousand weeks
And still countin'
Even when I was underage
Mom was tellin' cops
I was tryin' to run away
I told her
«Someday, b*tch, you’re gonna pay,»
Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom
I wanna stay, (let me stay)
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
Our house
In the middle of the street
My brother’s incoherint
Mom’s a single parent
Who ain’t carin'
Starin' through me
Like I’m transparent
Made it clear
That I was just there
to run an errands
Told her friends
I was a son from her last marriage
Sent me up to the little corner store
with a little note
«Please, sell my step-son
Some cigarettes so I can smoke,»
One time I tried to fake sick
To get attention
Back-fired
Mom, sent me to school
With a vengence
My life’s the worst thing that
Could ever happen to me
I go to class
and every teacher’s always laughin' at me
And Mom says white rappers are laughed at
Not only that
She heard me upstairs
I can’t rap
and I’m stupid
I never make an average
of a B
I need to sit on my ass and sue people
Like she does
One time, I got food poison
From a hot dog
Mom sued and got $ 2,000
From Ballpark
«Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?»
«I don’t think so
Now keep an eye on your brother
I’m goin' to bingo.»
«But, Mom. You said you were broke.»
«Who said?
You got your ears messed up
from that damn rap music.»