Lyrics

"Why must it be, so hard for me" The young hungry and misguided, criminal minded. Knotty headed with a light brown skin tone (skin tone) Robbers, shotters, and fiends with track marks and holes in their jeans Looking all down syndrome (down syndrome) Early morning and late nights street dwellers, weed bags; body warmers; and water proofs (water proofs) Walking thru in tortured suit and take a portion of alchoholic booze or juice for my morning boost (morning boost) Doors hanging off the hinges, little kids playing in dustbins and burnt out skids (burnt out skids) Feds, police, pigs, courts, and judges, and drunken slurry mouth bricks (slurry mouth bricks) Fuck these days, crusty blades, make ugly faces that get stomped into the ground (stomped into the ground) Letters, numbers, and doped up puppets with saliva flying from their mouth; its the year and the life of Oscar the Slouch