To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

Listen here, I was born here,
Raised not too far down the street;
Liberty City in my heart, so it’s no fear
Pumping blood of triumph, never defeat;
My eyes filled with hope and pride,
When I noticed heritage and wealth;
This city is home beyond any to reside
As I fight for liberty everywhere else.

To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

I was born a few years back at Northshore,
To two newlyweds struggling on a daily basis;
Both were striving in the city to provide more
For the children brought in a world so racist;
Now, the police always harassed me as a kid
But I am a veteran now and educated too
And I spend a vacation here then get arrested,
The police tried Jim Crow without rights to view.

To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

I don’t drink,
I don’t get high,
So I think
It had to be what I drive.

I don’t traffic,
I don’t solicit,
So very tragic,
Police abhor me for a visit.

Stupid how things never changed,
Even I did for my son and nation,
But the police always know my name,
No matter what goo I do I am a situation.

My welcome was gone,
The moment I arrived home.