I Thought I Was In The Ghetto But It Was Really My Bedroom

I Thought I Was In The Ghetto But It Was Really My Bedroom
Sick of all the school days,
walkin, all the fools ways
hanging out with the, with the wrong crowd...
sick of having to wait,
mom, pick me up late
so i gotta go sit on the ground...
i think i need to get home, before it's getting dark out
clouds are getting rainy, i think that ill just walk it out...
walking back to my house,
i was killed in was kill in your house
and my dead body hit the ground...
but im really just sitting,
in my bedroom couch
looking at the wall of my house
wonder if ill ever be able,
to be friends with your,
other friends....