it could happen to you,
    a defect from the
    wasted outskirts of los angeles
    with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD
    and no authority or trajectory
    on the brink of insanity
    you'd better believe it
    because it's written all over your face
    just a neighborhood reject,
    out of step and out of place
    you'd better believe it
    would you ever have thought
    persistence could prevail
    against the almost
    unbearable weight of the system?
    with nothing better to do,
    and no one else who you can look up to
    you'd better believe it
    because it's written all over your face
    a political defect,
    out of step and out of place
    you'd better believe it
    and the future is bright
    when ideas run astray
    so turn out the light,
    a punk can't have a say
    sometimes desire is all that's there
    who said life was fair?