Testing, who I am, wasting what I planned  They corporate my ideas, to fellate all my peers  My reasons are 1  My keepsakes are none  Class 1.  We've loved the, the time we've done  Class 1.  We've lived a life that's gone    Listless, every one. A fist with, skin undone  Its tragic I'd even hurt, worse that my tears jerked  Reasons:1  Keepsakes:0    Class 1.    Don't talk of good memories, don't mention me weakly  I'm sorry you're helpless and im sorry that it's selfish    Class 1.    Local boy, made it good, made a patch of ground and stood  They corperated his ideas, to fellate all of his peers  HIS reasons we're fuckin one, HIS keepsakes we're fuckin none  His reasons we're fuckin one  And they're cheapskates…