what has life giving me a whole lot of nothing but i keep it pushing like bun b the only thing i can be in this world is me i never been the type to back down from nothing but far as that goes thats the end of discussion but if you keep on questioning me that's how you get a concussion now im trying to move on i have always been the black sheep of family thats why they don't understand me but i gotta keep it moving like my car in on 95 or just crash in die hook at times i wounder if theres a god at times i wonder why life is so hard at times i wonder if im gonna wake up tomorrow me l