Scared of the new, scared of the old
wishing once again you had her 2 hold
wishing good thing 4 u would unfold
never feeling happy always thinken cold
thinkin " man why cant i ever do as told,
always gotta b the tuff one step up & be bold"

wishing the good would come back
when something happy is what u lack
feeling as punctured by a tack
running from home not thinken to pack
the stupidness you show and run
thinken lifes all good and all fun
when someday u gotta grow up 2 have a son

you regret the violence and all the drugs
wishing u woulda taken ur moms offerd hugs