As the sound bounds in the street   And you settle down to your back seat   And the movement seems to be   [Incomprehensible]   And all the jokes that you use to poke   At all the dopes you were once seen with      And every word that you had   I was looking up to you for a reason   And you joke at all the words that you spoke   And you say, ?Hey man, I was only teasing?   And the rhyme is no longer in time   And all the words are not the words you been needin'      Well, you're not alone, you can feel right at home   You've been fully wronged, into position   It's the nature of the race in an old type of place   It's 'cause they'll spit in your face in their conditioned      And now you think to yourself, what is left for tomorrow   And it seems kinda strange there's nothing left to gain   And nothing left to borrow   And the mistake your about to make   Will be the final take of your sorrow      Well, you're not alone, you can feel right at home   You've been fully wronged, into position   It's the nature of the race in an old type of place   It's 'cause they'll spit in your face in their conditioned