Ain't got a job ain't got a home ain't got a place I can call my home got no time got no rhyme and I don't care if you think it fits I'm a have not got no clue got no view I don't care if I'm out of tune I got vision I got sight and I don't care if you think I'm right I'm a have not I'm a bore.... what you sleeping for I'm a waste.... you're a waste of space I'm a loss.... you're a loss of time I'm a space.... you're a hopeless case in no scene got no means to get me out of the inbetween I'm not punk and I can't skank and I don't care for your social rank stuck in the populace inside megapolis checking credit testing piss all to be a part of this I am human right I refuse to fight for your rules for your schools I refuse to be your fuel