My bones are cracking. Got a pain in my shoulder.
All these things happening because I’m getting older.
I don’t wanna go.
They’re trying to push me out you know.
Wake up! Pinch myself.
Wake up! Eyes are open now.
I can see
Man, the things you know when you turn sixty
There’s no future for me
You realize how life goes by so quickly
But you can be
What’s all that confusion, there’s no mystery
Anything you want to be
Yeah, I’m a little unhappy, a little grumpy, I’m hurting
Lemme tell you about it
People say I’m this
And people say I’m that
When you get old
They step on you like a rat
Wipe their feet on you like door mat
That’s where life’s at
When you been there, and you’ve done that
You’re a hard drive, no format
To the system, you’re a stat
That’s why I’m wearing my black hat
Cross the street, I’m the black cat
Black bear, Black panther
Black gorilla, Black tiger
All my life I’ve been a fighter
Wish my light was brighter
Running for my life
Fight like Al-quida
Can’t help being depressed
No lunch money no recess
Escape from this cell
My dreams never came true
I’m afraid violent environments
Might be waiting for you
Life passed me by
Don’t let that happen to you
It’s really such a pity life goes by so quickly
I’m really gonna miss you
You really gonna miss me
Missed that starting gun
No one told me to run
Son I like it when we play
But today let us pray
For God to make me a happy man
And for happiness to stay
That’s why I cry
I can see
Man, the things you know when you turn sixty
There’s no future for me
You realize how life goes by so quickly
But you can be
What’s all that confusion, there’s no mystery
Anything you want to be
Yeah, I’m a little unhappy, a little grumpy, I’m hurting
Lemme tell you about it
Dunno if I can say I made it
Life, sometimes you take it
If you want it, you go and get it
My words of wisdom, don’t forget it
Life is so unfair, standing on the chair
Every living person should get an equal share
I just wanna get outta here
Instead I live in fear
Armageddon near
Missiles flying through the air
I don’t even have a spear
I miss my teenage years
Life’s not what it appears
I’m know getting old now
It’s time for me to go now
Big up the next generation
Fight without hesitation
Cure all the fuss
Rust, frustration
Big up every nation
Jamaican, Asian, Caucasian
The working, the waste man
My life has no elation
No more radio station
I was a smashing sensation
Got my education
They gave me flowers
But I didn’t get no money
I gotta pay a mortgage
Groceries for my tummy
From the day I’m born I’m dying
Feelings I’m denying
I been trying and I’m still trying
That’s why you see me crying
I gotta keep on trying
Till I’m dying
I’m tired