[Chorus]br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br [Verse 1]br He came back from schoolbr Passed for credentialsbr A few months passedbr A few bad interviewsbr A bad moodbr A trip to Cali interludebr Got a job, moved into apartment 2br Always on the movebr No friends, no family, paychecks, unhappybr Paranoid, swears he's going to swear and yell, flip the middle fingerbr Swings his car into a single spacebr Checking things over and over againbr Losing control over everythingbr Doesn’t know where anything ever isbr Feels like work will never endbr Writes notes, it’s hard to remember thembr Society just won’t let him inbr br [Chorus]br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br [Verse 2]br He talked to his mom, she started to crybr Hung up the phone not wanting to fightbr He showered, dressed and started his ridebr It was hard to get by, he just wanted to diebr At work, it was hard to say hibr 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 asidebr But it’s hard because problems started to risebr Got home and lifted a bottle way highbr Keeping all his problems bottled insidebr Smoking cigarettes, always longs to get highbr Driving around tipsy to wander the nightbr Stopping at Taco Bell because he wanted a bitebr Gets back home, it takes long to unwindbr Relocking doors, what’s going on in his mind?br br [Chorus]br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br Some got it really badbr So don’t be getting madbr Be thankful what you got, for things to build uponbr br [Verse 3]br The slightest change in his tone wavering, his boss puts him on probationbr He got fired, going back to home againbr The job search is not going as plannedbr Drowns himself in music, flowing and rapbr Doing checks, the refuse bin, that’s trashbr Gum, crumbs, toothpick, Q-Tip cotton swabs and cotton ballsbr He will count ‘em allbr His friend dissed him so he skipped giving him calls and textsbr He needed distance, but his other friends he knew pulled the same stunt in his directionbr He too became a victimbr Smoking like a chimney, the pack’s empty on Wednesdaybr He bought it on Monday middaybr The note said, "When I’m gone, ya’ll are fucked"br He died in his car, windows down, garage shut