Story Behind The Song

Moving from a very nice, affluent neighborhood in next town over, I was in culture shock in my new very different neighborhood. As I went about my day, I decided to capture everything that happened to me and put it in a funny true story.

Song Description

A comical day in the life song taking place in a low-income neighborhood from the perspective of one girl. From people shouting to cars screeching and graffiti on the walls, this song spells out some societal issues that happen in our own back (or front) yards.

Lyrics

Home, Sweet Home
Words and Music by Amber Estrada ©2006

People always yelling in my ear
Not always telling me things that I wanna hear
The lady down the street she's yelling at her kids
She says "get in the house and stop sniveling"!

I walk down the street on my way to the store
People act like they never seen a white girl before
They roll up, like, 5 homies deep and say "hey white girl"
Than I hear the tires screech.
Policeman they knock at more my door saying
"Good evening have you heard any loud noises before like gunshots."
"What? I say. No I haven't heard nothing. Have a nice day."

What can I say, it's Home, Sweet Home. In the ghetto is where my buffalo roam.
What can I say, it's Home, Sweet Home. In the ghetto is where my buffalo roam.

What's with the cars, the cars that go boom,
It's like 3 in the morning, not the afternoon.
The bass is shaking every window on the block
The car speakers suck, I can't hear myself talk.

Since when are kids so damn mean
They walk down the street yelling things obscene
For no reason at all they kick over the trash
It's not like it was directly in their path

Sometimes they hang out by the tree
Slinging rocks, I don't know drinking "Old E"
I say what's up, you know trying to act cool
Then I end up looking like a fool.

What can I say, it's home, sweet home. In the ghetto is where my buffalo roam.
What can I say, it's home, sweet home. In the ghetto is where my buffalo roam.