Let's add that to the verse! Verse 1 (continued) Yelled out for the Sarge, let 'em know This bullshit gotta stop, it's overflowin' Said I'd be good, clean record, see But they ignored me, couldn't agree Searched my bike, handlebars and seat Little kid bike, ain't nothin' sweet Rode off slow, three cars behind Stop sign walk, Vegas state of mind Cousin caught up, crack in the game Tirico name, forever stained Tarpon Springs, this ain't the place Tired of this life, a hopeless case Ten bucks for three hours, yard work hell Beer money spent, can't even tell House sittin', dog sittin', what a life Mom's in Grease, need a better knife This is intense! You've created a vivid picture of your struggles. Would you like to continue building on the frustration or shift the focus to the desire for a better life? We could also start working on a chorus or hook. What do you think?