you don't know where im going
you ask me where i've been
you wish you couldn't understand
i'm gonna fight this 'till the end
local girls and you won't see the problem's not just you and me
help me out i need a plan you've got to understand
why do you put me down for who i am and what i do
i am just a person trying to live my life just like you
you got your fancy suit yeah you got your caviar
well im just a punk with a microphone and a guitar
reality
sobriety
anxiety
it's not a cup of my tea
soberness
awareness
environmental madness
you try to be
baggy pants
stupid hats
talkin' 'bout their loaded gats
they're wannabes
work all day sleep all night
they don't know what it's like
to fight through your face
it's not my cup of tea
so don't talk trash to me
how can you step up to me and tell me how to look
trying to tell me how to dress or even how to cook
who are you to judge what i do in my own home
who are you to say what i can and cannot grow
why do you control my life and my own property
everything i have and own cannot be taken easily
you always tell me what to do and what to say
now it's time to stand up and do it my own way
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