Twenty-four years old, in the prime of my life
The worst time of my life, my youth rusting with strife
I hit it off with a bitch I could have seen as my wife
But twelve fucking months later and I'm pulling a knife
Out of the left of my chest, where my heart used to be
Where now's a big black hole of hate and misogyny
And I take the pain straight no chaser, straight like a razor
When the fuck has alcohol solved anything at all?
And I refuse to emulate everybody that I hate
And I refuse to replicate their every fucking mistake
And all these bitches make me sick just craving liquor and dick
And all these parents I should throttle for knocking back the bottle, 'cause
"Monkey see, monkey do", guess who your kids are looking to?
Ain't at TV before it's you, don't push the blame, you know it' true.
(You know it's true.)
So I just say fuck it, let relations kick the bucket
Fuck the rats and what they're running, with everybody gunning for...
What, exactly? There's nothing here that I see
Worth sacrificing time for, my sweat and fucking life for
But I gotta make money for myself and for my dreams
'Cause I can't ever change the world if I can't change my world for me, so
I got the same disease, fiending for some leaves off of those federal reserve trees
So I bite the bullet and put in some applications
At some places round town and try to swallow all I'm hating
Ask my moms for some money so I can buy a pair of shoes
So I can go in looking good for these job interviews, and
I go in looking fly,
shake hands, have a seat
And I smile at the guy, but
All I get are weird glares
cuz we're still judging people based on how they wear their hair.
(And the sign said...)
(And the sign said...)
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