Dear Anthony, Alex, Jamie, Airospace
What the $#&@ are you gonna do about your day today
Youre slipping through the muddle in wasted aways

And the drama that you play is a sensitive case
In the sense that you die when they're walking away
or threaten them with your life trying to get them to stay

Its much more pathetic than a pencil erased
and your obstinate attitude has gotch you catching a case
not a case of the cold, but since we're slpping down that road

aren't you a bit too old to not take showers?
to be masturbating for pleasure every 17 hours?
to not have a job and have college on power

punch back behind your spineline and %#@!ty hip hop tracks
its not a coinki@#$% people treat you like that
look how you treat yourself day in to day smack

feeding off depression like a druggie on crack
you are a druggie you dummie, just less aspiration
or more some ambition, more or best charisma

to either manipulate or instigate a way to irrigate a c!@#^
to make the grass green on the side that they play
no wonder you're sad -

no wonder you dad doesn't $#&@ with an offspring
he knew was going to fail since the jump
and by jump, I mean the day you rmom died alone on a bunk

cuz you didn't go back, chasing after skunks
now your regret has got you failing relationships
you piece of %#@! you should just quit

Are you alone? you dirty dirty dog
Ard you home? you dirty dirty dog
Are you crying? you spacious hog

you're just alone
Stop breathing everyone's air
Stop breathing everyon's air

You don't belong there
there's a small time line in between the initial presence
and the time people begin to regret noticing your existence

think about the girls broken to be in your position
and the exs that $#&@ you and left what they wouldn't be missing
off to a better place, with better men and better goals

as a result of the selfish path that you've chose - n
friends all come and stay - for a little when then the same day
then pack their backs and $#&@ off in the opposite way

mentally of course, because you're addicted to the games
screaming for a way out but your habits are the same
okay, maybe a few of them have changed

but for the most part you're the same tard at the end of the trade
tricks up the sleeve of the most overrated emcee
that opens his old scars to bleed out a poision that doesn't exist

and every woman in your cubicle that you label as (*##$
excuses excuse mr jobless, pretend to heartless
$#&@boy margaret, who steals others talents for confidence

you should've died when your mom fell down the stairs
or got kicked you little %#@!, taking all the sane people's air
where are you now? where is your little sister...not around

are you breathing? more or less fumbling to drown
in this atmosphere you're just a sad sad clown
anxiety attacks waking up to the sound of silence

those ten year old tantrums are childish
you claim you grew up fast, but in reality the love that you cast
is just an excuse to avoid being like your dad

so when handing you give up the $$#
and pass it off like you're an intellectual catch
oh %#@!? a dollar thirty five in your account

the same food you eat is the worth that you amount to
no one has or ever will give a $#&@ what you're about dude