So you say that you don't want to get hurt
And then you say you're always treated like Dirt
But how can you possibly expect respect
When you neglect and you reject to interact
Don't you know life's based on supply+demand
And if you want our help you should give a
Helping hand
'cause hate breeds hate and hate is what
You get
When you're not willing to learn and you
Fight instead
No reason is the reason that you need
To start a fight and to make them bleed
Prowling the streets with that wrong pride
Boy, you ain't interesting, your story's becoming tride