Suburbs
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Growing up in the ghetto
I pushed the pedal to the medal
Thinking the drama was cool
Fighting was smooth
I was a fool
To believe that was true
Moving to the burbs
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
e-town state of mind
jus tryn find molly
or maybe party like Chris Farley
smoke like Bob Marley
hella gnarly
radical dude got an attitude i aint tryna b rude
but u need to open yo eyes
1. at the bus stop
with twisted tobacco at my feet
I watch as drivers pass,
chew gum,
with their radios low enough
to miss my ears.
