Every day it's the same shit, i'm drained and anxious...
It's so hard all the time with all this pain and anguish...
Put shit off to the last minute, and its causin me stress...
Another phone call to our house, it's probably death...
No matter what time of the month, or day of the week...
More pain takes me over, to where it's hard to speak...
Taken a shower is an average thing that you do each day...
In my house it's hearin a death in the family, then weed blaze...
So then i try to get out, like i do every fuckin night...
But with no place to go, i realize im stuck in tight...
Mom and Dad arguing, gotta listen from the basement...
They do this every fucking night, while i sit in amazement...
Nothin changes day in or day out it's always deja vu...
Even my little brother is starting to blaze up too...
I used to try to help the family, but no one was affected...
And for trying to be nice I was disrespected...
When i lay down to sleep about 12 at night...
I think would i care if i never woke to see the light?
But i keep going, because i know that im ready and brave...
Even though it's the same shit, every damn day...