[Verse 1: DeadCrow]
I wasn't really that cool up in high school
Nahhh, I was really that fool
Thinking bout skipping cla**, going home
The phone on roam, smoke some gra**, pretend to act, coooool
Stand in front of the mirror
Thinking at the time i was my own father figure
Thinking bout it, shows, stages & wages
b**hes praise this, musics gone, I dont hear her
Well whats wrong with the picture?
At the time i felt alone i often thought bitter
Often thought bigger & better things would come some day
But them thoughts were gone come sunday
So i thought about it
Write the doubt its & use this as an outlet
I out let my stress, no longer blew cess
When in doubt with my power to outwit
My future, my present
Presence, wanna impact the world like a present
Help the peasants & those stuck low on bucks
Up in the cut stuck up on anti depressants
Gotta consult with my kind soul
How to control those young souls stuck on consoles
Materialism...
Don't own a fine Nike sole but I smile like so
[Verse 2: DeadCrow]
Im an awkward kid
Never cared for the f**ing larger things
Or how large the rings, but the smaller things
Like a friend, someone I could call or ring
On a late night when my brains tight
& the rents fight, pissed off, walking in the rain like
Hopefully this will drown my sorrows
Be good tomorrow, smoking Marlboro
But its not that bad
& Im sure i couldn't solve that even with an iPad
Or the ice pack on my pops back
Or the eye patch on my moms eye, blue & black