I wake up but, bubba, I don't wanna.
Put on my cleanest ***** shirt.
Smoke some marijuana.
Brush my teeth.
Got nothin to eat.
Head on to school,
So I won't be a fool.
I'm at the top of the list.
I have the best GPA.
But I still feel worthless,
At the end of the day.
Hello Poetry,
Let's you read my thoughts.
I'm even one of your favorites.
But still, I feel lost.
I'm good at everything,
But I get nothin' done.
In the face of danger,
I get up and run.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Get me out of this slum.
That I'm livin' in.
So I can put on my pants.
One leg at a time.
Put on a clean shirt,
And get on my grind.
Its time to buckle up.
The ride ahead is rough.
It's time to buckle down.
Stop actin' a clown.
So next time you see me
I'll be on my high horse
On my pedestal, I shine
Can you come?
But, of course.
Just as long as you were there.
At rock bottom with me,
While I trekked through the mud,
And the dirt and debris.
If when I was down,
You got up and left.
Get off my high horse.
And go **** yourself.