There is no such thing as love

So I challenge life, I’m taking off the gloves.

Better get out of my way fool

Standin in front of me actin all cool

I ain’t swinging at you

But brother, you ain’t got a clue         

I don’t care that you be but collateral damage to my rage

This book won’t ever have a final page               

I passed the ghetto and heard a soonthing tone

Though I never left my white privileged home.

Cut me open, I look like a ghetto

But who will renovate this dark night of the soul?

I know my way around the streets of this ghetto        

I feel at home

And I tell you, I stand alone.

There is no such thing as love

Nor the fulfillment of any wish from above

Cut me open, I look like a ghetto               

But who will renovate this dark night of the soul?