| I woke up today, this morning, |
| I’m bloody, I’m beaten, |
| I find that I have been robbed |
| They took my shoes, my wallet, |
| I’m still drunk, I say «fuck it!» |
| I go to my job |
| Then my boss, he fires me for no good reason |
| No reason at all |
| He says «if you come back I will call a policeman» |
| I’m hitting the wall |
| So I call home, say «dad, I’m robbed, |
| I’m fired, I need money, I need money bad!» |
| He says «that's bullshit! you’re lying! I know you |
| Need money? too fuckin' bad!» |
| He says «son, you gotta get out there and fight, man! |
| Compete and stand tall» |
| I say «dad, that’s the trouble with your whole damn |
| White man, |
| I’m hitting the wall» |
| So I’m walking, there’s kids behind me |
| They’re laughing, they throw rocks at me |
| I start running, they chase me |
| They’re coming, they’re gaining |
| They’re gonna get me |
| Now there’s no answer to this I can think up |
| I’m taking a fall |
| So I duck into a bar, sit back and drink up |
| I’m hitting the wall |
| Then later three big guys, they poke me |
| They wake me, they say «boy you’d better pay» |
| I pull out my pockets, they don’t laugh, they punch me |
| They kick me, I’m out the hard way |
| I’m laying by a dumpster drunk and beaten |
| With nothing at all |
| People point at me and say I’m sickening |
| I’m hitting the wall |