[Hook]
When you're born, you enter the tunnel
You try to run for the light and...
But it just gets further away, like every day
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
And you have f**ing hope that you'll reach the light
But destiny wants you to put up a fight
You try and try and then you f**ing give up
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
[Verse 1]
Every day of my life, I'd wonder where I'd be...
Without the autism that I have but I guess it seems...
That I'm completely and utterly cursed, what the f**?
Without luck, unable to earn a single buck
I rerun tons of social situations in my head
And many of them have me f**ed or completely dead
Because I didn't say the right f**ing word
Or make the right hand movements, it's completely absurd
How much work, I have to put into this
It's like a stageshow, except it's like real life b**h
You f** up one time and the audience boos
You don't get a second chance, so I f**ing boo hoo
Into the f**ing pillow in my f**ing room
Because I'm so sad and depressed I could take it and go boom
With my god damn gun, but I don't even have one
So what the f** can I even do; oh yeah, f**ing run
[Hook]
When you're born, you enter the tunnel
You try to run for the light and...
But it just gets further away, like every day
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
And you have f**ing hope that you'll reach the light
But destiny wants you to put up a fight
You try and try and then you f**ing give up
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
[Verse 2]
I seem to include too many curse words in my songs
I don't know why the f**, I can't get along...
With the people... Maybe it's because I'm such a freak
A fiend, unable to reach his god damn peak
In this god damn rap game, it's such a complete shame
When you can't represent your name, or where you came...
From, so you better get some, lyrical structure all around
Because the true hip-hop heads will leave f**ing town
And blame you for the demise of hip-hop
I don't know how the f** I can improve my props
When I spent hours rocking on the mic, and I still got sh**
I don't know how I can take this, and make it into some quick, a**...
Improvements, in my god damn sk**
Therefore I don't know how the f** I'm can keep it real
I don't know which words rhyme with which, my rhyming dictionary is sh**
Nonexistant is the proper word for it man
[Hook]
When you're born, you enter the tunnel
You try to run for the light and...
But it just gets further away, like every day
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
And you have f**ing hope that you'll reach the light
But destiny wants you to put up a fight
You try and try and then you f**ing give up
There's no light, at the end of the tunnel
[Verse 3]
I never ever wanted to be typecasted
But the entire world, made me it's b**h
Took my money away, made me f**ing pay
For trying to be independent like everyday
What the f** could I do, I have 13 years of lonliness
Never interacted in my home, it seems
That I'm f**ed up, destined to be nothing at all
Therefore I've met my own, f**ing downfall
Before it began, even if seek help at the regional center
Even though they say, "never say never"
To your god damn condition, you'll always be affiliated...
With the autistic people for life
And autism equals, stupid right?
Well I tried to position high-functioning as the one they should use right
But they never do, therefore we're abused
Neglected, until we're going to be torn like shoes
[Outro]
In some ways, a news story is a lot like a photograph
Something happens that touches a life, and that moment is frozen in time for all of us to see and to feel
Whether a story of tragedy or of triumph, life goes on...
And just like looking back at moments caught in a photograph
I think we all wonder where that life; where the story goes