I Don’t Care - US3

I Don't Care - US3
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
He was raised by the radio
And television
To earn his loot shoplifting
And he's selling ism
He never knew any better
That's the way he's living
You see his father's not around
Cause he went to prison
He's got a mind state torn in a civil war
And he's gonna solve all his problems
At the liquor store
He does what he wants
You tell him that it's immature
But you can't handle all the places
That he's been before
Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
Gold chains he's got a Range Rover with rims
He's got a new leather jacket
And a closet of Tims
It's the American nightmare
And you might care
But he's a cold calculating con artist
He's like Yeah Come over her
Bang and it's over tonight yeah
I guess you had it coming
Cause nobody here fights fair
He's walking down the bombed
Out blocks without cops
And gets props for telling fiends
Where to cop rocks
Trust is a luxury and he's too cheap
Cause his moms is checking his pockets
Whenever he sleeps
He's got a chip on his shoulder
A monkey on his back
He needs to smoke **
So he started selling crack
He's living in the struggle he's used to despair
You can look into his eyes
And he's never scared he's thinking
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
She ran away from the pain at an early age
From a father with a problem and a dirty place
She tried school
But the bars made it like a cage
And she could make mad money
From a pretty face
Without a pimp she was raped
By a group of guys
And they laughed
When she cried out to the sky
But the stars and the heavens never intervened
Now she's got a son even though she's seventeen
In the scene she's a queen but it doesn't last
When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
In her dreams she can fly now it's more than that
She gets high every time she gets on her back
Now the ** keeps calling she can't escape
Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
Because it's not the same face not the same waist
But she needs even more of the same base
She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
And then she turns every trick
That she's ever learned
Lighting up the glass pipe
Until her fingers burned
She's a friend for the rock and she can't stop
She tries to sell her own son
When goes to cop
And all the guys stop calling
And they don't stare
She's got a Jones for the **
And she won't share she's thinking
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
A A A I don't care
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