sometimes we all need something to fall back on.
we all need that one thing to remember when shit gets constipated.
i remembered that no matter where i am, i’m the only one willing
to do something about it.
tired of hearing the old “i’m tired, and besides, someone else will do it for me”.
can i get a “FUCK THAT” from the crowd?
like i said before—-fucking do it. be the one that EARNS respect.
don’t be the whining little kid who gets respect based on name-dropping, or the clothes they wear…kill em all is what i say these days.
search and destroy, if that makes your mouth water…
when was it cool to whine about wimmen? never.
fuck you fred durst.
sick of your complaining about it, after 3 albums.
ever heard Hank say that shit for more than 2 seconds? he should stomp your guts in, you pussy.
whatever happened to the strong man–the man who wasn’t afraid of some hard work?
the man who wasn’t afraid of callouses on his hand.
the man with the balls to walk alone…

or woman, for all you p.c. nazis out there.
what happened to respect?
when did cliques take over the world?
now, i feel more alone than i ever have.
i feel like an air-conditioner in the midst of fans—similar, but definitely different.
it’s about time we stopped being afraid of the majority.
about time we stood up for our responsibility.
about time we took back what we have given up to the trendy little drug pushers that run the countries now, and burn all trendy cothe-shops.
explain the gap commercials to me–cause i don’t get that shit.

maybe i just don’t get anything anymore, except hard work and lack of respect.