I was a white looking kid from a small white town With a puerto rican mom and i thought a lot about How faded everyone around me was I was a socialist and a shy little dude I was playing tupac in a subaru And i married the first girl i ever loved And i'm not smooth and i'm not tough But i thought i was I was working summers at the ice cream place And i ran from the cops on roller blades And i heard my neighbor joe shoot my dog I was an afternoon poet on aim Quoting kerouac in my away messages And i went looking for her one night in joe's backyard And i'm never gonna wake joe up But i thought i was I thought i'd be ernesto che I'd dance like michael and write like jay I said hey mamma your son's coming up And i thought i was So i went back to my hometown My hat in my hand my head bowed down I'm sorry to everyone for selling you short I was hoping there'd be more