The wonder years are over
Hunger’s part of the process
A one-liner can strike a chord
A two-liner can start this
Process over [Stop the presses!
Halt the nonsense!
Get back on a train to conscience!]

I have to work twice as hard to stay as strong as I was yesterday
Were these underwear always brown?
I don’t think I can be myself anywhere, anytime
Now. Any time now I’ll decide what to do
With my life
Right? No – more likely I’ll just wait and simply live
To die

I can’t rite without wrhyming
I don’t care about spelling
I don’t care about smelling
Like I’m always dwelling on shit

I’m not a ball of anger anymore
I am just a ball
I learned to let the anger go
Now I’m fuckin old