you. you try. you try to get by. “you’re never going to pull it off” “you
shouldn’t even try” “you’re a wet cigarette” “you’re always second best” but
they’re never going to give a shit about anybody but themselves. you fight.
for them to realize. there’s more to life there’s more to you there’s more
than meets the eye. and when you’re done, the battle’s been won. you sit back
you smile and this is what you hum, you hum: ….12341234…. the years go by.
the time it does fly. every single second is a moment in time that passes oh,
so quick and it seems like nothing but when you’re looking back well it
amounts to everything. i’ve got myself. i’ve got my friends. i’ve got my
little family but that’s not where it ends. this one goes out to you. it goes
out to everyone. it’s in the name of honesty because life has just begun…..
12341234….look around little brother can you tell me what you see? you’re a
big boy now so take responsibility. you never had it hard but now it’s getting
tough so you whine whine whine and you say you’ve had enough. you say i’m full
of shit? that i’m a hypocrite? i shouldn’t talk when i can’t take the advice
that i give? well maybe you’re right but open your eyes: the main difference
here is that i try try try

it was the summer of 95 (so what?) in the backyard shaving the old plies.
feeling so strong. something went wrong. straight into my finger what a
stinger it was so long. i still remember that day like the day that i said
that i swear “i’ll never hurt myself again” but it seems that i’m deemed to be
wrong to be wrong to be wrong so i’ve got to keep holding on… they always
played a slow song.when they come for me i’ll be sitting at my desk with a gun
in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly
when you know you’re going to die by the end of the night. i still remember
when we were young and fragile then. no one gave a shit about us because times
were tougher then. feeling so good. cruising the hood. straight into the real
world rich kids never understood. but i don’t care i can fade away to anywhere
don’t stop because you might get dropped and if you do who’s going to pick you
up well i won’t. well tell i won’t… they always played a slow song

well i know i shouldn’t care but i do and i don’t and i always crack a smile
when i see your punk rock clothes and you try try try but you never fit in and
you’re never going to so pack it up pack it in, so there. steve took three or
four heather took more. she lit a cigarette and they’re walking out the door
with a semi automatic and a ski mask on they look to one another and they say
to themselves “what fun”. well i never want to bother and i never want to
hover over his or her affairs because that’s not fair and it seems to me that
you’re running out of time and it seems to me like you’re never going to do
what’s right jack dropped 21, jill 22. the look in his eye said “brother what
are you going to do with a 9mm and a three piece suit?” they look to one
another and say “hey motherfucker, who’s the fool?”