People these days mentally blind I'll be walking on the street And they'll follow from behind What happened to treating people equally? I guess that means they're afraid of me Don't touch that bag and please don't come again It's all good no need to pretend There's millions of people just like me today All you ghetto punks let me here you say The miraculous line of people wanting everything Is longer than the line of people wanting anything The miraculous line of people wanting everything Is longer than the line of people wanting anything People these days mentally blind I'll be walking on the street And they'll follow from behind What happened to treating people equally? I guess that means they're afraid of me Don't touch that bag and please don't come again It's all good no need to pretend There's millions of people just like me today All you ghetto punks let me here you say The miraculous line of people wanting everything Is longer than the line of people wanting anything The miraculous line of people wanting everything Is longer than the line of people wanting anything