Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

I been dogged and I been driven ever since I left my mother's home My poor father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery And

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right I'm out here on the front lines I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to

Lost in the static I am not your fathers son Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones And you'll find me at the end A blur on the horizon We become a path others use to take A distant undertaking to suffer the same I'll stand right beside you We slog

Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

Help is on the way (They said they said) Help is on the way You can't take that from me Just go ahead and try One by land, two by sea, right there in front of me They never came I have my mother's dreams I have my father's eyes

I been dogged and I been driven ever since I left my mother's home My poor father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery And