Letra de 1998

White Stone, Queens Father's talking shit Mother fucker slammed the door Hit the streets running Cannot take it anymore In the reins of a train, I cuddle on the floor. In the apartment next door and Sleeping here for free Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery Set your self up But in the system it's a raid Oh this is what you want Not the way, what they fucking say Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A. Lower east side Who's got the dope And who's turning tricks? Should i call a loser all for a fix Rippen off some lady Just to avoid from gettin sick Well I life moves slow When you got nowhere to go What the fuck happen to your son all alone Is he coming over? Is he coming home? Oh momma's disappointed, Waiting' by the phone Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A. Same fucking shit And mother fuckers that he hates Hates the fucking people, But they cannot see straight Who got the crack, Gonna seal his fate. In the apartment next door And sleeping here for free Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery Set your self up But in the system it's a raid Oh this is what you want I don't care, what they fucking say Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.