A typical night in the Ridge

All alone in the house,
girls lay in their beds,
scared out of their minds,
bad dreams in their heads

Car engines fire,
and some people chatter,
the cops pull up
and the scary ones scatter

The doors are all locked,
the windows sealed tight,
darkness fills the room,
no room for the light

Their tvs are on,
to mask all the noise,
of footsteps crunching,
from ghetto gangster boys

You gather your courage,
as you sit in the car,
from front seat to door,
it seems pretty far

Have your keys ready,
and make like a flash,
go as fast as you can,
like the 50 yard dash

A rustle breaks out,
and blue lights surround,
someone's been shot,
it's now going down

You'd think that a gun fight,
or even a quarrel,
would be far from the minds,
of grad student girls

But they live in the ghetto,
and it's not always safe,
carry a small knife,
or carry some mace

You never know,
what the breeze will say,
if you wanna see daylight,
better stop and pray