Letra de Trouble

I don’t like the way you walk into the room
And I don’t understand the words you say
I don’t like it when you call my friend a fuckin’ nigga
I guess I just don’t like you all the way
What’s the problem?
I’m asking you
What’s the problem?
Cause I don’t have a I don’t have a clue
Man, if you don’t fix your aggravation
Trouble is on the way
You and I will get in complication
I won’t accept it for another day
Trouble is on the way, trouble is on the way
You dress yourself in blue jeans and buy some fancy shirts
Your braces look adaptive with your boots
The black man is your enemy but you look just like him
You’re blankfaced when it comes to skinhead roots
(so tell me)
What’s the problem?
I’m asking you
What’s the problem?
Cause I don’t have a I don’t have a clue
Man, if you don’t fix your aggravation
Trouble is on the way
You and I will get in complication
I won’t accept it for another day
Trouble is on the way, trouble is on the way