who are you to tell me im no good
to make fun of those from the hood
to bitter those once sweet like honey
to down those with litte or lots of money
is it true that your not satisfied
til' theres a gun pressed against her throat
til' theres a hand sweating and gripping on to a rope
til' all thats left is flowers on a headstone
til' the guilt hunts you until your full grown
who are you to to tease those bound for college
to laugh at those who use there knowledge
is it true
that your mad because what they have you lack
so you belittle them so so what you lost you get back
how are gonna get it
when they took that pill
slowly awaiting the kill
when they keep squeezing until there face turns blue
tell me please, who are you