I'm Livin'

Tossed into this place no instructions given

How can there be problems with the way i'm livin'

Cant critique my mind because its mine

Even if i fill up with THC all the time

Maybe it helps the sun just shine

You know poems don't have to rhyme

Maybe my middle school vocabulary is the real crime

But what is school, what is life, what are we

Why are you sitting in the crowd When we're made to stand out and shout

So my words are imperfect to you?

Good there's no instructions given.

So whats wrong with the way i'm livin'

Down to earth way up in the sky 

See earth in shades of gray

Hate my work, Ok

As long as you're happy livin' this way

Nothing's here to stay