Somebody Speak

Came of age in America, privileged in my hysteria
Kids being kids is what folks would see, never called a thug not a kid like me
When I was causing trouble, mama'd shrug it off, she didn't need to teach me to fear the law
We knew nothing at all

But second chances only come to folks like me
Opened up my eyes to lasting lies we tell ourselves to sleep
Somebody speak

I remember being 19 years old, doing 95 down a country road
6 or 7 joints rolled nice and tight, cursing my luck for those flashing lights
But the man took just one look at me, didn't hesitate when he set me free
I just couldn't believe

Now I got kids running round the street, no one looks on suspiciously
Take my time in the grocery store, luxury just to be ignored
Shouldn't this be how it is for all, heed our better angels' call