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Growing up


When we were young

We wanted to grow up fast

But we should have just bit our tongue

Becoming an adult is not a blast

 

Everything seems to cost money

And if you don’t have it you don’t have what you need

When you don’t have money, you may need an attorney

Which could end up costing you your deed

 

Without a deed you could end up on the streets

But if you’re lucky you could just get a new home

Then you could learn about new beats

You could even put out a new gnome

 

Growing up can be hard

But at least its not your last card

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