Money, power, respect, I have none of the above.
They say life precious, but I’m staring point blank at my gun,
Contemplating suicide, as I just accidentally bit my tongue.
Just to survive on earth, for a job I must search,
Either burger king or a nurse
If one day I make funds, I kiss the dirt.
Until then, I steal from mom’s purse.
A wise one told me, somebody always got it worst.
But what’s worst than stealing Christmas gifts from neighborhood church?
My mind is on training wheels
I can’t balance life on my own, even though I‘m grown.
Scared to live alone, since I’ve never been shown
how to be a man.
It’s like I’m Sam I am,
Scared to eat the green eggs and ham.
My courage is unidentified.
Responsibilities are my kryptonite.