Life is very real
You must have nothing to conceal
Push and shove your way through life
Good times, then things began to strife
Time to release this optimistic deal
Few things I only have to reveal
For fear of what they might do
I have not said this to any crew
Can't do nothing upon this court
They already sent A bad report
Broken and tired, I only trust a few
Still trying to find myself
Now you only have my life to steal
Only to find whats real
To let me set here on this shelf
Cannot run nor hide
Marching footsteps come after me
Time to go down life's little slide