I'm getting older by the day
I wish that things would go my way
I'm young, I'm dumb, I'm broke
I've got a job, can't own a home 'cause
I can't save up more than I'm paid
It's getting harder every day
I'm getting sick of the idea
That I'm not enough at my age
And I got friends, guess that's enough
We'll keep on fighting, rough and tough
I don't have kids, but if I did, I'd pray and say..
Run, run, just as fast as you can
We got the shit end of the stick in our generation
And they say, just get a job, just get paid
But it takes more these days to make it
And I ain't complaining, but it's hard these days
I can't imagine bringing a little girl
Into this crazy world
Will they make fun of her, her hair and of her curls
Or a little boy, man
When we were young it was so easy being boys
We had our friends, we had our games, we had our toys
Then it's grow up, go to high school
Drunk teacher
He would drink if you just said the word
Had that in common with the preacher
Run, run, just as fast as you can
We got the shit end of the stick in our generation
And they say, just get a job, just get paid
But it takes more these days to make it
And I ain't complaining, but it's hard these days
I work a 9-to-5 just to stay alive
And I got eyes on my future
And you know the truth hurts as they say
But damn, who can I ask for a plan?
Cause they can't pay the bills
And they won't understand
Run, run, just as fast as you can
We got the shit end of the stick in our generation
And they say, just get a job, just get paid
But it takes more these days to make it
And I ain't complaining, but it's hard these days