in this world of pain
you gotta use your brains
you drive eachother insane
you pop pills and cut veins
you aint takin life far
sittin around in bars
bein high thinkin about mars
just makes it so hard
you go out to a party
you get real drunk
you dont kno what goin on
you knocked a girl up
next thing ya kno
your payin child support
then you got cops
knockin at the door
by the time your kids five
hes carying knives
got a gun in the drower
nobody makes the mistake
of callin ya poor
criminal records
stand by for life
dont make mistakes
for youll go back to jail tonight.
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