Who Am I Helping, What Am I

I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes. You'd Know What A Drag It Is To See You.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

A Lot Of People From The Press Want To Talk To Me, But They Never Do.

I'm Speaking For All Of Us. I'm The Spokesman For A Generation.

I'm Used To Writing Songs And Songs-i Can Fill Em Up With Symbolism And Metaphors. When You Write A Book (chronicles, Vol. 1), You Gotta Tell The Truth, And It Can't Be Misinterpreted.