It’s somebody else’s house
Inside walls painted odd colors
Cooking smells foreign
Other subjects come up
The car we’re in rides funky
I’m quiet unless talked to
All eyes are on me
They’re right at home
While I'm melting in the pot
They like camo and ammo
I’m like WTH
This has been my story
More often than not
The places I go
It’s like somebody else’s house
