run away

My name is Zane Kid be calling me sped and insane I want to say OK But it’s hard When I am constantly feeling my life, drained It’s not OK These kids wanna act like they’re gonna punch me in the face They wanna put me in ditch and ruin my day They want me to make a face Let them have it thier way I can let them get through They call me sped I am probably better dead I can’t let them win They can make a fist They can cuss me I will resist You might go ahead but I will leave you pissed You think you all that well you may be but in my head you are another peace of crap