Nasties

I write this music for the the faint of heart
Da ones who got angst for da day to start

Da kid who can't wait for da bell to ring
So he can head straight home in da swelterin heat

To get beat by da neighborhood bully
And get kicked til his face is all bloody

I make songs for da ones wit low income
Who make enough dough to pay fa food and rent and den none

I don't write fa da gangsters and hipsters
Who see ya bein different so dey diss ya

Rippin ya apart, while dey piss on yer dreams
We got far less artists, den critics it seems

An if my music's messages offend, I apologize
My life is stress, my my mind's a mess and I am traumatized

And I wouldn't blame ya if ya laugh and skip past me



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Allen
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