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 after all I did for my son and nation, 
But the police always know my name, 
No matter what good I do I am a situation.
 

My welcome was gone, 
The moment I arrived home.