I got hit, with a truency date n summoms I hate school
no wonder, my mom always says disgrace is comin in plate-fulls
next I'm sleepin at my desk, the alchohol wreakin on my breath
joint papers fall out pockets teacher think I'm cheatin on the test
now she leadin me ta death, i can't even breathe on the trips steps
can't hit the store for The Stuff and cheat on the piss test..
shit, my minds racin wit nowhere ta go gears grind out n they stop dead
FUCK IT! ... guess it's just time for mom ta find out I'm a pot head
that I experiment wit drugs and liquer, became a fuckin thug she'll shiver
the thought that 20 years from now she'll need ta give her only son a liver
Of course I'm the one it figures, a transplant a man's rant his hand stamped
years later in the same damn camp, hittin bars ery night cuz the fans cant
in-cognito, one day his friends'll see that the wrath is among them
blinded by the light that guides them on the path of distruction
got bored.... im sure i'll finish this one day...
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