Here we go, and I speak like I don't know what to say when they're around you know, I feel like a chump I'm 17, I'm 17, I'm 17 and I like you but your parents are racist and old Fuck there's a guy with a gun on the back of the bus And he said I'll be waiting for... What white devil asks, this is his life So look like and talk like him too But know that I will haunt you There he goes, down the street no down the road He wants to crawl into the place that he crawled out of, what a dump I'm 17, I'm 17, I'm 17 we're just black boys who ain't in on the joke where we hate white boys Fuck there's a guy with a gun on the back of the bus And he said I'll be waiting 4 What white devil asks, this is his life So look like and talk like him too But know that I will haunt you For the rest of time