Same place, Different day, And I wake up to that same sh**, Parents hatin but I aint quit, Throw on some pants, clean shirt, and my shoes, “wait… where’s the….. oh there’s the other shoe”, I live the broke life, But yall already knew, So I go to that hell called school, Where hated on if you’re not cool, But f it what’s the point runnin around chugging beer and smoking pot like a tool, Is it really worth ruining my life, For some wack a** label cool, F THAT, Id rather be a loser as a matter of fact, But to get back on track, I leave hell on a sh**** bus we all know so well, And I get home, Man, I can’t even call it a home, The next day’s always got people hopin, But can you really fix somethin, that’s always been broken,
what’s it like having nothing to gain, when all you see, hear, and feel is pain, man I swear the devils here, I’m going insane, what’s it like to feel dead, have no love just hate in your head, especially when you know they meant every word they said