Oftentimes pity myself
Embarrassement on itself
Freedom nowhere to be seen
When has it even been
But i have hope left
Don\'t partake in theft
That\'s what they say
While i am playing with clay
Considered immature
Who cares when mature
When it\'s seen as a threat
To be eighteen in debt
Soon will be my turn
Maybe i\'ll burn
Always hope
Life is dope