i'm a tough guy, i think.
not a tough-guy,
but definitely durable,
able to fight through pains and things that some people can't handle.
i think that makes me kinda tough.
i just choose not to let things bother me.
i don't ever really give up because i physically can't stand something.
sometimes my mind turns on me,
but my body never stops.

i'm a hard worker.
my parents are too blue collar for me not to be.
they're gonna be working tough jobs till they're old,
and i will too, unless i find a way out.

that's one of the driving forces in music today;
the drive to avoid the monotonous life of the working class,
the drive to get out of the small time, bullshit neighborhoods that threaten to suck away the best years of our lives.

adventure on the mind tonight,
everybody wants to get out like there is somewhere great to get out to.
well, i've seen a few places in my life,
and they all look the same to me.
sure, every town has different character,
but none of them are really that much better than the other,
not even new york or boston.
the best thing i can think to do is leave often,
but always keep your home close in mind.

i am burnt raw and entirely uncomfortable,
but for the moment,
i am content...