Intro

Trippin, n fallin in the back of the bus

It don't matter where we go it's their priority to find us,

Sick of the day before it even really started

Is this the new kind of mentally retarted, to be

Smart enough to get A's in class but outside

praying that this day's life gonna pass,

Too easy a target for those barely a marksman

Follow to a corner to complete the kill,

Begging nurses, "can we go home because we feel ill?"

Course not, find the wound

Get some dirt and rub that shit in,

Life really is a problem when you can't seem to fit in

In a child's eyes I'm a loner, a man's a goner

But it's just me no split persona,

Go ahead and act tough with 10 friends behind you

Had to watch my own six and I still made it through

Out the Burgh to new places that all put me through paces

After it all I'm still happy remaining faceless,

But don't get it construed, and I don't mean to be rude

Fuckers looking at me like fresh meat to get skewed

Don't get it skewed,

I can handle myself so respect all around

In this for the fun not to end up in the ground.