back in my days i had no idea about life not that im perfect now but I grew up poor I had to learn how to sacrifice time with my friends or timeclock at a job to make money fix my truck to get to work not enough sleep gotta hit the ground running i never knew what it was like to get it handed to me i had to work for it myself build my dreams and learn what i to see we only live one life so gotta make it work even if that means getting paid shitty wages to deal with jerks on a snow day though we would go out and drive around slide my truck through the town with a full tank opposite of a frown third gear popping stereo bumping and rocking skills that only can be seen by professionals but not the cops