Chorus 2x: br Some got it really bad br so don’t be getting mad br Be thankful what you got br for things to build upon br br Verse 1: br He came back from school br passed for credentials, a few months passed br a few bad interviews, a bad mood br a trip to Cali interlude br Got a job, moved into apartment two br always on the move br no friends, no family, paychecks, unhappy br paranoid, swears he going to swear and br yell, flip the middle finger, swings br his car into a single space, checking br things over and over again br losing control over everything, br doesn’t know where anything ever is br feels like work will never end br writes notes, it’s hard to remember them br Society just won’t let him in br br Chorus 2x: br Some got it really bad br so don’t be getting mad br Be thankful what you got br for things to build upon br br Verse 2: br He talked to his mom, she started to cry br hung up the phone not wanting to fight br He showered, dressed and started his ride br It was hard to get by, he just wanted to die br At work it was hard to say, ‘hi’ br They probably thought, ‘what’s wrong with this guy’ br He thought, ‘if only they saw me inside’ br He could work better with his problems aside br but it’s hard because problems started to rise br Got home and lifted a bottle way high br keeping all his problems bottled inside br smoking cigarettes, always longs to get high br driving around tipsy to wander the night br stopping at Taco Bell because he wanted a bite br Gets back home, it takes long to unwind br relocking doors, what’s going on in his mind? br br Chorus 2x: br Some got it really bad br so don’t be getting mad br Be thankful what you got br for things to build upon br br Verse 3: br The slightest change in his tone wavering, br his boss puts him on probation br He got fired, going back to home again br The job search is not going as planned br Drowns himself in music, flowing and rap br doing checks, the refuse bin, that’s trash br gum, crumbs, toothpick, Q-Tip cotton swabs, br and cotton balls, he will count ‘em all br His friend dissed him so he skipped giving him br calls and texts, he needed distance but br his other friends he knew pulled the same stunt br in his direction, he too became a victim br smoking like a chimney, the pack’s empty br on Wednesday, he bought it on Monday midday br The note said, ‘when I’m gone, ya’ll are fucked’ br He died in his car, windows down, garage shut