Grew up without a hand to hold
Only company was my soul
No one ever mistook me for cool

Dreams of friends and a world I want
watching dead ends rotting with the bunch
Seeds and stems left by my captain crunch

Daddy was an addict but he never panicked
taught me that magic was found in the cracks
That form from tragic lives never looking back

Never knew trust or understood the judge
Nothing was ever just as I stood in the sludge
And rent a center furniture stole my lunch

A B honor roll so honored by my academics
To poor for it to matter maybe I'm a cynic
But I know my masters I'm just realistic

Grew up to be someone I don't know
Where did that little kid go
And why is everything so so