I'm ready To fight my way Out of this ghetto Well I just got home from work And I'm sick and tired of painting doors It's all I can do to take it But I about had it anymore Oh I'm ready To fight my way Outta this ghetto And I'm goin to have to go to the store and Buy some milk, some crackers and some bread It's not a great lot of fun, but it's better than bein' dead Oh I'm ready To fight my way Outta this ghetto Tomrrow morning I'm gonna get up I'm gonna do the same goddamned thing Makes me think about the American way of life, And lettin' freedom ring Oh I'm ready To fight my way Outta this ghetto So good night Ladies and Gentlemen It's time to go to bed And forget about all the damn laquer fumes boiling around in my head Oh I'm ready To fight my way Outta this ghetto And I'm so tired of thinking about quittin' smoking Staying up too late I'd like to buy a little shack in the beach in Mexico And sell bait Oh I'm ready To fight my way Outta this ghetto