Thoughts of the future

Growing up was never easy, everybody squeezed me, cos they never knew whatI was up too, I was going out havinga good time, I was just a stoner with no thoughts about committing crime, but they bugged me, and they tugged me, grabbing at me every chance till everybody shrugged me, So I moved out made my excuses, back to where I suffered all my previous abuses, What am I doing here, what's the reason, cos now I'm back to where I started with the squeezin, get a job or go to college, and maybe one day I can come out with some knowledge, And when I'm older I'll be thankful for the security of having a bank-full, of notes sat in a safe for me, ready for the spending on whatever my eyes see.