i swear to god that it s not jealousy but i m eyeing em like i see what they started with i see what i am in it s like my mama tried to do me good by putting me in better schools than what we could afford but then forgot the car i m ridin in forgot the rags that i am in forgot the money i don t get forgot the kids here are fucked up and i m still tryin in forgot that i m on free lunch and all these kids got money only broke ass kids be lining up up in the line i m in fuck it i ain t buying it i ma sit here quietly fuckin stomach hurted didn t eat but fuck it i am in the cool kids table cuz of how i act but i don t want them knowin that i am broke as fuck cuz then the jokes start flyin in it s too close to home to be funny huh suburbs really sucks with no money huh it s like they got a hungry kid surrounded by a bunch of meal tickets i m supposed to just ignore that i m the bummy one i wish i would ve stayed up in the hood with my pops and shit cause what s the point to higher class unless i fit in cause i ve been ditchin school just to be alone goddam all that feels a lack of oxygen anxiety