Babyland Ramona Moraga
As if isolation's not enough Just try to organize and rise above it Then you'll find out what it's all about This is not my community This is not what I represent Participation's breathing down my neck There's no way I'm giving in But still you're stuck living in ... Ramona Where there's nothing more than meets the eye A peaceful lie for vat-grown teenage alcoholics Unchallenged by adversity Disjoint from history And pinned down by boredom In lowered trucks and concert shirts It's a great place for children and pets It's a rural cage with no need for walls The blind youth crawl insanely towards the nets In search of identity They're already condemned to Poorly planned pregnancies and vocations But you know what They don't want (Welcome to Del Taco, may I take your order?) All the politics of growing up As if coping with it ain't enough You try to organize and rise above it Because you found out what it's all about (bullsh ...) This is not my community This is not what I represent Participation's breathing down my neck There's no way I'm giving in But still you're stuck living in ... Moraga It won't let things change An upper-crust fairy tale for the popular and decent kids Ignorant of reality Handed everything from hatred to their G.T.I. Ganja, kegs and football games With the cops there to keep out all minorities A quiet fraud buried in the hills Where schooling means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy And the sad thing is You better get used to it Because high school, it never ends Welcome to the system (You got a problem with me?) This is not our community This is not what we represent Participation ain't where it's at There's no way we're giving in Yet still we're stuck living in R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A. R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A. (Hey, where're ya from?)
