| Song | The Other Side of Town |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | Take a Look Around |
| Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. sorry to bother you today. my name is | |
| Joe. and, um, i'm not on crack, i don't do drugs, i'm just trying to get | |
| Something to eat. if you can give just a penny, a nickel..a dime, a | |
| Quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. thank you for your time... | |
| And have a nice day. | |
| How do you do? | |
| I'm from the other side of town | |
| The place where the only skin you see is the color brown | |
| The sun never shines in this place where i live | |
| And it's hard to do right when you feel negative | |
| I have no compassion | |
| I only know agression | |
| And there is nothing great about this opression | |
| People i see on tv, in there towns live the good life | |
| But i live out of bounds | |
| Where nobody comes unless they're forced to come | |
| In school, they call me the bum from the slum | |
| But they don't know | |
| My sista has no food to eat | |
| And her hand-me-down shoes are too tight for her feet | |
| The way i see things, life isn't fair | |
| So i never learned how to share or to care | |
| But to hope - and hope | |
| Instead of feeling down | |
| And that's how it is | |
| On the other side of town | |
| I live on the other side of town | |
| Pardon me, brotha | |
| As you stand in your glory | |
| I hope you don't mind as i tell the whole story | |
| Some people livin life like fun in the sun | |
| But yo, others are givin strife, and that's all they know | |
| I feel no comfort in talks from the president | |
| So put back on cosby | |
| A shack is my resident | |
| I think if i ever die, it might be a blessin | |
| Some say i never try, but why are they stressin | |
| I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance | |
| I'm livin on wonder bread with holes in my leather pants | |
| I'm not on the drug scene; they call me a crack head | |
| I just had a bugged dream that i was a black man | |
| Workin in the hospital | |
| Then in came in a half-dead rich bitch | |
| Yo, they must be insane | |
| You think i would save her? | |
| Yo, she wouldn't save me | |
| I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me | |
| A fuckin penny | |
| A ?quarter? costs half a mill | |
| If it's up to me, yo, she's pushin up dafodils | |
| In a casket | |
| Payback's a female dog | |
| Yo, send her ass to the morgue | |
| Then i woke up, and i sat with a frown | |
| Damn, i woke up | |
| But on the other side of town | |
| The other side of town | |
| My teacher's a fat man | |
| Yo, how can they tempt me so | |
| Fuck geometry, my stomach is empty, yo | |
| Can't you teach me to win this crazy game? | |
| You and i are in so many ways the same | |
| People tell me, but i don't believe that shit | |
| Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit? | |
| The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too | |
| I wonder what could even l. ron hubbard do | |
| Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin | |
| Yo, look how i think | |
| I think i'll stick up the store with the arab guy | |
| I'm sick of him anyway; his prices are too high | |
| Or maybe i'll start sellin avon door-to-door | |
| Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score | |
| Nah, maybe i'll start sellin dope for my cous | |
| Then i could drive the same car he does | |
| The life of a poor man | |
| Consider me desperate | |
| I sleep in a cold room | |
| And wish i could just get | |
| A piece of the pie | |
| Is that asking too much? | |
| I can't even reach what others have in their clutch | |
| I wish i could go on, but i have to end this | |
| And get back to livin a life that is winless | |
| There's no use swimmin, so i might as well drown | |
| In my sorrows | |
| Cause tomorrow's the other side of town | |
| The other side of town | |
| The other side of town |
| Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. sorry to bother you today. my name is | |
| Joe. and, um, i' m not on crack, i don' t do drugs, i' m just trying to get | |
| Something to eat. if you can give just a penny, a nickel.. a dime, a | |
| Quarter.. anything will be greatly appreciated. thank you for your time... | |
| And have a nice day. | |
| How do you do? | |
| I' m from the other side of town | |
| The place where the only skin you see is the color brown | |
| The sun never shines in this place where i live | |
| And it' s hard to do right when you feel negative | |
| I have no compassion | |
| I only know agression | |
| And there is nothing great about this opression | |
| People i see on tv, in there towns live the good life | |
| But i live out of bounds | |
| Where nobody comes unless they' re forced to come | |
| In school, they call me the bum from the slum | |
| But they don' t know | |
| My sista has no food to eat | |
| And her handmedown shoes are too tight for her feet | |
| The way i see things, life isn' t fair | |
| So i never learned how to share or to care | |
| But to hope and hope | |
| Instead of feeling down | |
| And that' s how it is | |
| On the other side of town | |
| I live on the other side of town | |
| Pardon me, brotha | |
| As you stand in your glory | |
| I hope you don' t mind as i tell the whole story | |
| Some people livin life like fun in the sun | |
| But yo, others are givin strife, and that' s all they know | |
| I feel no comfort in talks from the president | |
| So put back on cosby | |
| A shack is my resident | |
| I think if i ever die, it might be a blessin | |
| Some say i never try, but why are they stressin | |
| I' ll never get ahead my raps have a better chance | |
| I' m livin on wonder bread with holes in my leather pants | |
| I' m not on the drug scene they call me a crack head | |
| I just had a bugged dream that i was a black man | |
| Workin in the hospital | |
| Then in came in a halfdead rich bitch | |
| Yo, they must be insane | |
| You think i would save her? | |
| Yo, she wouldn' t save me | |
| I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me | |
| A fuckin penny | |
| A ? quarter? costs half a mill | |
| If it' s up to me, yo, she' s pushin up dafodils | |
| In a casket | |
| Payback' s a female dog | |
| Yo, send her ass to the morgue | |
| Then i woke up, and i sat with a frown | |
| Damn, i woke up | |
| But on the other side of town | |
| The other side of town | |
| My teacher' s a fat man | |
| Yo, how can they tempt me so | |
| Fuck geometry, my stomach is empty, yo | |
| Can' t you teach me to win this crazy game? | |
| You and i are in so many ways the same | |
| People tell me, but i don' t believe that shit | |
| Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit? | |
| The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too | |
| I wonder what could even l. ron hubbard do | |
| Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin | |
| Yo, look how i think | |
| I think i' ll stick up the store with the arab guy | |
| I' m sick of him anyway his prices are too high | |
| Or maybe i' ll start sellin avon doortodoor | |
| Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score | |
| Nah, maybe i' ll start sellin dope for my cous | |
| Then i could drive the same car he does | |
| The life of a poor man | |
| Consider me desperate | |
| I sleep in a cold room | |
| And wish i could just get | |
| A piece of the pie | |
| Is that asking too much? | |
| I can' t even reach what others have in their clutch | |
| I wish i could go on, but i have to end this | |
| And get back to livin a life that is winless | |
| There' s no use swimmin, so i might as well drown | |
| In my sorrows | |
| Cause tomorrow' s the other side of town | |
| The other side of town | |
| The other side of town |