I arrived in Minnesota with handcuff bruises Summer ninety deuce, prepared to cut loose shit Mom wasn't havin that, fuck bein cool With no discussion, stuck me in a suburb school Now day and night I'm on a bus full of fools Who parents didn't want us ended up in the news You must be crazy, you think any of us appreciate it How our parents wanna upgrade us All day long we're in a fantasy land Moms and dads, college plans and minivans But when the sun set, you fled the success To the slum where you rest, nothin more, nothin less School they fantasize about gangsta rap records But these are our lives, our families are connected The Ice Cube summer vacation is takin place Right around the way from where I stay The mold from the gold and the 'rips from L.A. Brought, snow to the cold for a new place to play There's a war goin on outside, you ain't safe from See if this education might save 'em I've known you your whole life You drawn to that street life Slippin away, slippin away Slippin away, slippin away