I had my fucking teen angsts, and preteen cranks
But no one gives me thanks, for shooting blanks
Life seems to be a maze, meant to drive me insane
Lord give me strength, before I make a final escape
The pasts my prison, and the memories I’m missen
The liquers I’m sipping only help me forget them
I still feel the splinters till im liften my middle fingers
And the pain and hate differs from spring to winter
I’m a fucking fuck up and I know theres millions of us
I’m so sick of dumb sluts and fucking nuts punks
I’m ready to leave it all behind possibly cause a crime
When I drop a rhyme you’ll find the law not far behind
I’m ill as hell the problem this I have actaully gotten sick
So now I have to pause this shit in between bars and hits
You can blow me if don’t feel it even though I don’t care
And since im stuck here, fuck you im not going nowhere