It's too late to relate and I wouldn't want to even if I could... 

And so it starts with a violent push, 
Head long in a heated rush, 
Mom's a slut ya Dad's a lush 
and you love your t.v. 

Grow up fast and cheat your way through school, 
Lazy is oh so cool,
media bows to the teenage rule and they're all so fucking lame.... 

And you're young, youre dumb, you think you deserve some,
so you take it, you fake it 
I think you're mistaking me for someone
who really gives a damn... 

No motivation to better yourself, why bother, 
you're a picture of health.
Your moves are anything but stealth, or would you not agree? 

You got your game, but you got no soul. 
You got your rap-n'-roll.
So stop bitchin about the cold,
cause we're all going down  in flames.