No Place To Cry Video (MV)

I'm eleven years old at the 7-Eleven
Arizona and some Combo's sent in from heaven
Heading back on my bike backpack strapped tight
Right turn thighs burn but the breeze that's nice
It's another f*cking day in the neighborhood
Lawn mower biz popping yeah the pay is good
F*cking eight dollars an hour told my friends I'ma be rich
Begging for nine I'm at the door like Please miss
The tea sitting in the kitchen bathing in the sun
Just waiting to be drunk by the kids
I'm licking my lips some hotdogs on the grill
The smoke filling my nose but I love it nonetheless
Now let's go down to that swimming pool
Mother doesn't quite know what we get into
I be sinking to the bottom ears are popping
Jumping off the high dive all my friends are watching

When did it get so toxic? I sit in my room and all I can do is just (cry)
Reminiscing on the past you can't have it back the only reaction is to (cry)
Now my life's so stressful to let loose I don't get to play no more I go (cry)
It's my only emotion this the future I wanted and I made a devotion

Twelve years old I was walking on a sunny path
Nothing weighed me down except coins and some crumpled cash
Coming back home from fun I had
Have to run a bath get the smell of outside off my troubled back
Unbuttoned plaid shirts adults are plastered
On the back porch cigarettes made their laugh hoarse
But it helped me sleep oddly comforting
I wouldn't toss and turn woke up when the sun flood in
Trees rustling bees buzz in the blue hydrangeas
The smell was something man Who are you hi stranger!
You want some lemonade that I've made?
Was awfully proud of it unlike anything I do these days
I miss my gooey face I miss the dewey days
I miss the skinned knee rawer than some sushi pain
'Cause it pales in comparison to the present
No light in life anymore it's scarily fluorescent

I can't bear to speak a sentence won't be there just leave a message
Feel despair deep in my essence when I (cry)
There's no other way to cope with this
I either find where my notebook is or I just (cry)
I feel as though I left my soul behind had a spirit that was solely mine
Now it's different so I (cry)
And I just pray this art can bring it back I'm sick of feeling detached
Take me back

Thirteen's when it started going downhill
Getting counseling cause the frown's filled my face
Those around still started to go without a trace
I'm getting so walked over the ground's at my waist
Now I'm tryna retrace both the place and time
When we had dreams to chase and f*cking grace to find
What once was a clean slate went straight to grime
Stuck with this sealed fate and no place to cry