All of your life your told things that you can't do
Well shit now I gotta case of the damn blues
Stressed and depressed, heart beatin' crazy in my chest
Maybe its a test, or maybe this is too complex
This is my hell, its my cheap fate
Do so many drugs I cant think straight
Got my parents and my teachers breathing down my nck
Working up a sweat, but I dont see no respect
So I flee, mothafucka, leave me be
Just take another hit, now I reak of weed
And I don't even write unless the beat speaks to me
Only person that I even try to please is me
So pissed after I get dissed by a friend
Oh well, we all die but a whisper in the wind