Homegrown

It was 1967 when the bullies came around
His momma was in the kitchen, but she couldn’t hear a sound
He was standin' in the middle when the big boys said to him
We’re gonna wipe this sidewalk with your sissy little grin
Hey momma, come save me from myself
Right now I gotta take it but one day I’m gonna dish it out as well
Well he walked into the classroom, anger in his eye
He hated all his teachers, but no one asked him why
Never cared for English, never cared for math
But he learned to use his fists when all those children laughed
Hey momma, come save me from myself
Well, I don’t need no schoolbooks but I’ll teach these folks a lesson just as
well
Now, momma is too busy, and daddy just ain’t there
Anger comes too easy when no one really cares
It’s fine to fight for freedom: Tora Bora or Kuwait
But freedom don’t mean nothin' if the children live on hate
Now he’ll find himself a website, buy him some supplies
When he boards an airplane he don’t need no disguise
Rock 'n' Roll in his headphones Newsweek in his hand
One day he’ll make the headlines all across this land
Hey momma come save him from himself
Don’t complain about the water, when you’ve been dumpin' in the well
Yeah, our boy can play the terrorist like he was ringin' a bell
Ringin' a bell