You don't know where I'm going

You ask me where I've been

You wish you couldn't understand

I'm gonna fight this till the end

Local girls and you won't see the problem fast it's you and me

In the end I need 'em but you left and were not there

Why do you put me down for who I am and what I do

I am just a person trying to live my life just like you

You got your fancy suit yeah you got your caviar

I'm just a young punk with a microphone and a guitar



Reality

Sobriety

Anxiety

It's not a cup of my tea



Soberness

Awareness

Environmental madness

It should to be



Baggy pants

Stupid hats

Talkin' 'bout their loaded cats

They're wannabes



Work all day sleep all night

They don't know what it's like

They're yuppies



It's not my cup of tea

So don't talk trash to me



How can you step up to me and tell me how to look

Trying to tell me how to dress or even how to cook

Who are you to judge what I do in my own home

Who are you to say what I can and cannot grow

Why do you control my life and my own property

Everything I have and own cannot be taken easily

You always tell me what to do and what to say

Now its time to stand up and do it my own way

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