woke up with a fever/ reached over and grabbed the bag of reffer/ rooled up my sleeves/then rolled up the fever reliever tirned on the tv/ watched a little leave it to beaver reruns thinking i refund this life isn't turning out the way i thought it would i know i got it good got a good dog, got a good brother got a good fsther and mother could have a good ass job but ID rather spend my time banging boy robbing myself of joy i shoulda listened closer to goodie mob my name should be woulda coulda shouda Rob i need to get out and get something i keep bumpming my head and this is hard knock life wants me dead i need switch it on em like Busta rhymes yeah yeah deviant concepts is the greatest make way on the pavement, gone are the days of being sqirlly faded/and headed straight to an early grave/ praying i make my way in the pearly gates i need to get up i need to get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up and get up and get something and stop spending all my time with Nuthin walking up and down the freaking steet same ugly sneaks up on my feet imstead of lacing up what i got im singing the blues tying double knots praying to god for some newer shoes cuz heaven forbid i gotta walk another mile in these cuz Just like me neither one of these have much if their soul left the toes are showing, getting older, nothing to show for it except track marks gray hairs and a belly its time i listen ti Kelly before i end up with that felony that gives my fat ass a place to live with a celly whos got a shive and will stuck it in my rib for my peanut butter and jelly get up get up get up get up