All the girls wanna' look so pretty,nall the boys wanna' be so cute.nWith the holes in their jeans,nsay they wanna' learn to shoot.nnYou don't need no judge and jury,njust vibrate to the sound of fury.nYou only get only get one chance for living,nyou get too many times to die.nChoose your medicine wisely now,nonce you get up, just stay high.nnAll the haves ignore the have-nots,nthose with can't see without.nWhere reality is King, and you know the fault,nit can house a volcano of doubt.nnEveryone's always talking,nand no-one seems to be giving.nWell the sowing of the seed, should compensate,nfor suffering the pain of living.n