The Kids Aren't Quiet on Sharmon Palms

YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN

YOU CAN'T BREAK, CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN

YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN

YOU CAN'T BREAK (nah nah nah nah nah nah)

CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN

sun sets on the west side, palm trees block the moon

renegades with switchblades, the end is coming soon

over the car in shackles, breath stinks of napalm

itchy trigger finger and i'm reaching for his gun

baseball bats swinging, shotguns cut through wood

boys are coming up, we run my neighborhood

it's time to meet your maker, i'm no messenger of god

these kids ain't quiet, these kids on sharmon palms

"you better watch yourself, it's getting hot around here,

you better look over your shoulder man....YEAH!"

welfare checks are coming, only way to survive

cocaine reps are running, now you gotta stay alive

son you've been mistaken, this is not where you belong

i looked at him right in his eye and said-

that's where your fucking wrong!