I’ll leave this song untitled,
You could say I’m feeling kind of idle.
But not like before when I was suicidal.
Just need to sit back for a little while
Failure is what you deemed me
You told me I could not succeed.
Un-concentrated, uninterested, bored
Now I’m on a mission to be Americas
IDOL
I don’t want to act dumb, stupid, and wild
Just one whose manners are mild.
Pretty glad I haven’t slit these wrists
Now I’m not giving but I’m still talking some s****
Not dodging these punches because I’m not
AFRAID of these hits.
Say what you want you’re just a low income twit
Annoying like a non-stop itch,
But I don’t even have to trip.
You’ll be living your life in a ditch while I live life like the filthy
RICH
This isn’t the life I want to live
You left me broke it was sick
Tired of the abuse, being called a wetback and a
S***
This wasn’t the life I picked more like the stereotype you did.
I’m looking for the life I deserve; working to say it’s what I
EARNED

No chances will be spurned because I got that passion that fire that
BURN
Chasing my dreams, my demands are stern.
I’m patiently waiting for my name to be the one you teach everyone to learn.
And if I fall just know I’ll make my triumphant return,
So don’t let me be your concern
For now you got to wait; so go ahead, pretend I’m still idle
But do I a favor?
Don’t forget this song will soon have a title.