I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself Don't even wanna get out the bed I got the glock to my head feel I'd rather be dead And am I hopeless, raised with rats and roaches Never liked the teachers, couldn't stand my coaches, Ask what's the matter but you can't relate Living a life that you hate but you can't escape Feel like I'm stuck here That's why I don't give a **** here There's no luck here, nobody to trust here My own mother yeah I love her but things I heard as a child under my covers Left me with scars it was hard to see her suffer Ducking my heart and I don't know if I'll recover I'm going under and as I'm headed out the front door She say she proud of me and I wonder what for And once more.....