I am the Great Bambino,
I am the Great Bambino,
No wait the Great Bamboozled,
They got me out here like you are good for nothing man just useless,
A confused young man where no where to go
In limbo between the right thing and the extreme to get more,
No one wants me, but I connect with everyone,
A story of hard work and sacrifice,
Has me feeling like a man in a world ruled by mice,
Can you imagine having the world at your fingertips ,
And having nothing at the same damn time
Because you aren't born here man, you're not a person
You're different,
This has me me going insane
A good person wasting his brain
On whether or not he belongs
Or if he works hard enough it will help his mom
Maybe one day they will accept me
But I could care less if they do
I'm tired of waiting for good people to realize I am a good person
I'd rather get out there and take my chances
Because one day the reaper will be in of his taking trances.
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