Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice, expensive car, I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighborhood.
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
I see ya waiting for the bus early in the morn', brick house with a face like Lena Horne.
Took flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse. Put the girl asleep, then I went through her purse.
Why are we so blind to see that the only ones we hurt are you and me?
Life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow.