Won't bite the hand that feed, get caught in all this greed at the end of my rope once again it makes no difference what one man needs to kill ourself is the true disease when one hand still washes the other try so hard to make ends meet but still i trip on my own two feet its uphill i climb once again and friends they break like family and i don't know what it means to me when we still can't trust one another... well i raise this bottle to a wasted youth but giving up's so hard to do with one man fighting another... don't bully me now because i'm here and i'm standing my ground again through the rise and the fall and i bring it all back once again