As I progress things seem to stay the same
I can do it all, at least that's what my teachers say
That's what they want me to believe
But it seems to me the more that I plot, and the more that I scheme
The less of a difference I seem to make
How can I make it through the day knowing that I have no plan for a future
Valedictorian grades, but the scholarships are useless
Knowing that I've wasted all of these years playing stupid
All of these years in the sandlot with Scotty
Where's your head at smalls?
Big dreams of Bugattis
But you can't even make your own decisions?
What kind of world do we live in where you're so scared of criticism
That you wouldn't dare to ask for help?
What type of world would make you think that it's okay to believe so little in yourself?
So little in doing
No harm in saying, but you're afraid so you bite your tongue
I guess a part of you changed and you lost yourself chasing unrequited loves
Making excuses like, "I should of known better, but hey I'm young."
Like being young should make a difference
When the only difference to be made is within yourself
So many words left hanging in your cacophonous silence
That it's written on your face, you need help
And you don’t have to do this alone , I’m here with you
Get it together smalls, there’s no issue