Not So Lucky

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Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy 
Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy 

I was just a kid, small town, woke up with a scorn, frown
Never felt happy, always had his mouth turned down
Never ever smiled right
Never ever picked a fight
Always in his own world
Staring at the skylight
Looking at the ceiling, staring at blank space
Chalks flying in the class, but he lets his mind race
He's thinking of a time he was happy with his thoughts
Now he's thinking to himself "why am I in this rats' race?"
Everyone is claiming to be Remy
Cooking like Linguini, their stuff makes me gag in misery
Lyrics like Bolognese spaghetti
Overdone sauce and drip just filling me with envy
I envy the fact that they live in ignorance
No idea about how their words spread
The wrong perceptions of the world that we live in
Just want to make their own dough, earn their own bread

Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy 
Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy 

Never been a winner, but I have sustained
Always stayed on path, they called me deranged
Said I was a psychopath (well, they aren't wrong)
But I never let go of the beliefs that remained
Always fulfilled rumors with a shot from the Ruger
The pen, not the gun, ain't a licensed shooter
But don't think I'll miss the shots that I take
I tend to offend everyone with my aim
Not an egomaniac, but I do have my pride
My group of friends have my back all the time
After years of being bullied on the end
Been building my army, now I'm back for revenge
Consists of my pad and my pen
Ink blots tattooed on my skin (those are bruises) now then
Some scars don't heal, they don't just leave a mark
Sometimes they even leave a scratch or a dent
To self-respect, it makes you reflect 
Upon who you are, what do you represent
Is your life worth living, do you want to make a change?
Or do you act on social media for the trend
Do you think for yourself what's true, what's fake?
Lies fed to you, you're consumed by hate
And you slurp it up like a noodle from your plate
Never challenged these thoughts, sit back and relate

Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy 
Never been so lucky, I was just a kid, chubby 
Being chased around the halls with no help, no buddy
Fending for myself, hurry, gotta make it to the study
So I vent my anger without feeling so cruddy

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