I am a child
A greaser
A hood
A being misunderstood
By a society
That could care less
For a child without parents
Or a loving home
Only seeing what they want to see
Never bothering to look underneath
To them I'm not a child
Just a problem
They wish gone
So what the hell
I'll give them what they want
I'll become a hood
And make them sorry
For their harsh judgments
Of a child
A greaser
A hood
A being misunderstood.