I am almost eighteen,

scared of becoming a dope fiend,

might graduate

from this place I hate,

not yet a man

but ready to stand

among peach-fuzzed wizards

and wow them with wise words,

college is going to make

or break me, my life's at stake

and can't feel blue! must taste honey!

but don't have the money

and could I make a girl come

if I were not so glum?

I'm drowning here, throw me a bone

so I'll feel less alone.

Think on a global scale,

Mister No Soul For Sale,

think of the Jew

and Muslim fight for a few

strips of dry land

and there's Obamacare and

racism, but all I care about

is the right to scream and shout.

"Fuck, I wanted to die,"

I said with a sigh,

now I want to live and thrive

but I'm not sure I'll survive.

These are the things weighing

on my mind, and all I have to sing.