sittin' on the steps in the afternoon
with all of your buddies, there'll be trouble soon
waiting around for something to see
looking for a reason to take it out on me
you're stuck in a home that don't have hope
spending all your money on malt liquor and dope
you think that you're tough because you got a short fuse
and when you look in the mirror you got nothing to loose
you're going nowhere fast, you're as good as dead
you got nothing to shoot for except a bullet in the head
you don't believe in nothing because they let you down
and if you don't end up shot you'll be big house bound
when you're out there alone you can't make a spark
but when you're hanging with the boys you're the first one to bark
you get all your kicks at someone else's expense
but when cops are coming that's when you're jumping the fence
just the other day they were patting you down
and then they're putting on the cuffs, that's when you go down town
now you're back on the street and you're feeling bad
your future is fading, it's like something you had
you're going nowhere fast, you're as good as dead
you got nothing to shoot for except a bullet in the head
you don't believe in nothing because they let you down
and if you don't end up shot you'll be big house bound
we got nothing in common except the street we share
I can't imagine us talking because you just don't care
you live in your world and I live in mine
but don't hold it against me, it's not my design
the summer night has fallen and the kids are asleep
you're gonna do something crazy and get in trouble too deep
a young life can be short when you're nose ain't clean
and when you think you're a man but you're just sixteen
you're going nowhere fast, you're as good as dead
you got nothing to shoot for except a bullet in the head
you don't believe in nothing because they let you down
and if you don't end up shot you'll be big house bound
words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 1999 Dan Whitaker
© 2006 Starkananda Music
