one day
january '98, flushing, new york city

don't wanna live this way
chinese indians hispanics
black leather and incense
and filthy sidewalks
pacing through crowds of mixed color
roaming supermarkets on discount
pushing through the cramp
for the screaming red-labeled mega sale tags
noises noises
through the noisy streets
of people, of carts, or cars
dusty air we breathe
gets cloged on my pores
gets dirty on my hair
just washed last night
don't wanna live this way
in flushing, queens or brooklyn
hate society
the system
whitemen
don't like them either
don't like my own race
don't wanna live poor
don't wanna live the middle class
wanna rise above the crowd
be in the limelight
glamor style and class
i'm gonna do it someday
i'm gonna do it someday
i'm gonna do it someday
i left my mother on the streets today
i am such a terrible terrible son
never glanced back one bit
charged boldly forward
almost got hit by a car
fuckin hispanic cheap hair-dye red head
have no sense of direction
perception
think she's better than me
freakin didn't see the 'walk' sign
priority to pedestrians dumb bitch!
priority to pedestrians dumb bitch!
and i charged boldly forward
without turning my head round
destination home
thoughts racing through my head
i am once again a confused being
like that of my teen years
for christsake, i'm gonna be 19
gonna be 19!
and god knows how her face was
when i silently abruptly without signal
left her on the sidewalk in the midst of the crowd
was she confused too?
does she know that her son
is one difficult artist to handle?
i'm only sorry for being this way
only sorry, only sorry
you can hurt the one you love
so easily
and often times, the hurt hurts deep
if i can do so much now
what would i do when i grow old and so does she
will i leave her on the streets again
like i did today?
i only wish i can rise
and be somebody
one day
one day
one day
i'm gonna show her
and make her proud
and say
"see, see...?"