Drunken thoughts on the back porch, make me think a lot about the times or back when everything made sense.
Past tense, I was just young kid trying to find an identity.
I ran through phases, ran through friends that help me see the ways then
High school came around, I was a dumb kid.
Arrogant, hell sent left to be the harbinger of my own bad news.
I couldn't blame it on the rest, the peer pressure, fear that makes me think whether I had lost my way.
But then again I don't know what that means.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm starting just to think like you.
All money. Green. C.R.E.A.M all around me.
But I don't feel the hype and man I guess that you could down me for just being real. I'll let you know about just how I feel.
So when you see my head down you never have to wonder what the deal is.
It's just me, oh my, myself and I would like to offer you another slice to bite from my own flesh because right now really nothing sounds better than death.

you look at my and go, what the hell?
you see my face and go, what the hell?
you see my clothes, what the hell?

you see my scars, what the hell?
you see pain, what the hell?
you think I'm a freak, what the hell?

I say hi, you say *******, what the hell?
you pick on me, what the hell?
you see nothing in me, what the hell?

you think you're all this and that
you talk a lot of smack
you aint got crap

I say ***** please
you laugh in my face
the anger in my eyes, the anger deep inside

you got nothing on me
so go fly away
you haven't seen pain,
heard pain,
felt pain.

you think you know what im talking bout
you ain't gotta clue
you act blonde as can be
you seem stupider than me

I have my problems,
I have my pain,
got my doughts,
got damage

you should think before you speak,
you should ask before you judge,
try and help me out instead of kick me in the dust,
you keep trying to act all bad
ain't working for ya, is it?

Rain on me.
Wash away my doughts
And insecurities