This is a song. On the subject of class envy.
Pure and simple. The "haves" versus the "have nots"

Let's go!

Have you ever prayed to the night sky?
Under one of them cold street lights?
Watched another stolen car drive then lose your hope and say "This is where I'll die"?

But you try to say you know me.
But you try to say you're from my world.
Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens, and violence all alone?

They want to break me down. I hope I can hold my ground.

Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy.
You got your hopes and you'll get your dreams.
Well, that choice wasn't there for me.

My world remains unseen by you.
Poverty and no family,
Broken homes and broken dreams,
I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed.

They want to break me down. I won't back down.
They try to break me down. I hope I can hold my ground.

I ain't I your kind of white. I ain't that kind of white.
I'll never be your kind of white, I'll never be your kind 'cause you made me outcast.

I ain't your kind of white. I've never been your kind of white.
I ain't that kind of white 'cause I'm a lowlife outcast piece of white trash.

Five years on down the road (you've got) two kids and a high paying job,
(with a) picket fence and a college degree.
Well, that choice wasn't there for me.

This path on which I walk: it ain't a game and it ain't all talk.
This is all I ever had.
This is all they ever let me have.

I ain't ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society.
I seen the way it was for the people like me.
I seen the way it was for the families so...

Have you ever prayed to the night sky?
Under one of them cold street lights?
Watched another stolen car drive by and lost your hope and said "This is where I'll die"?

I ain't I your kind of white. I ain't that kind of white.
I'll never be your kind of white, I'll never be your kind 'cause you made me outcast.

I ain't your kind of white. I've never been your kind of white.(No way!)
I ain't that kind of white 'cause I'm a lowlife outcast piece of white trash.

If you're offended by this song.... Well im fucking offended by the way i had to grow up.
So who's really been slighted.

Let's go!

Have you ever prayed to the night sky?
Under one of them cold street lights?
Watched another stolen car drive then lose your hope and say "This is where I'll die"?

I never had enough money! Or enough Privilige to be white!Im white trash!
And society better learn how to recognize the difference.

Overall Meaning

The White Trash Anthem by Blood for Blood tells the narrative of having grown up in poverty and experiencing the disparity between social classes. The lyrics openly state the message of class envy and mock the privileged class, not by saying the "haves" aren't deserving of their wealth but through the lens of identifying how different it is being poor. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of despair, where one is left only with cold street lights, gunshots, sirens, and violence - this is a far cry from the MTV, spring breaks, and ecstasy world enjoyed by the privileged class. The song uses the contrast between experiences of both classes to send across a message of perspective, to let the privileged know that not all have been given the same opportunities in life.

The lyrics are structured well, and the arrangement is stunning, as they convey the song's emotions effectively. The lyrics open with the artist referring to praying to the night sky under the streetlights and watching a stolen car drive away. This paints a bleak picture of a vulnerable reality, with the singer emphasizing that this is where he understands he will die. The chorus features lyrics that expose how outside his world the "have" people live. It then goes back to painting another bleak reality, with the artist highlighting how he has never been that "kind of white" before, even if society sometimes treats them as such.

Line by Line Meaning

Have you ever prayed to the night sky?
Have you ever been in such a lowly, desperate place where the only thing you could do was to look up to the sky and hope for a way out?

Under one of them cold street lights?
Did you find yourself in a place where the only illumination came from a flickering street light?

Watched another stolen car drive then lose your hope and say 'This is where I'll die'?
Did you feel so hopeless that when you saw yet another stolen car go by, you lost all hope and said to yourself, 'This is where I'll die'?

But you try to say you know me.
You come from a world of privilege, but you pretend to have a deep understanding of the struggles of the working-class and impoverished.

But you try to say you're from my world.
You try to convince yourself that you are just like me and that you understand my struggle, but you're only fooling yourself.

Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens, and violence all alone?
Have you ever lived in a place where you had to fall asleep to the deafening sounds of violence, gunshots, and police sirens?

They want to break me down. I hope I can hold my ground.
They want to beat me down and make me give up and give in, but I will fight back and stand my ground.

Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy.
You come from a world of privilege, where you only know MTV and Spring Breaks and drugs like ecstasy.

I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed.
My life has been full of pain and suffering, and every step I take feels like walking on thorns. It hurts me deeply.

I ain't your kind of white. I've never been your kind of white.
I do not belong to your world of privilege and wealth. I have never been that kind of white.

I ain't that kind of white 'cause I'm a lowlife outcast piece of white trash.
I am not that kind of white because I am an outcast and a lowlife, who has been cast off as white trash.

This path on which I walk: it ain't a game and it ain't all talk.
The life and struggles I face are very real, and it is not something you can play around with or talk about lightly.

I ain't ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society.
I will never ignore the harsh realities of society and turn a blind eye to the struggle of the working-class and impoverished.

If you're offended by this song.... Well im fucking offended by the way i had to grow up.
If you're offended by this song, then you don't understand the harsh reality I have had to face growing up in a world of poverty.

So who's really been slighted.
Who is really the one who has been wronged in this situation?

I never had enough money! Or enough Privilige to be white!Im white trash!
I did not have enough money or privilege to be considered white by society. I have been labeled as white trash.

And society better learn how to recognize the difference.
Society must learn to recognize and acknowledge the struggles and hardships of the working class and impoverished.

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