When It Comes Down To You

She stands, a target behind the counter

And she burns a little more with evry encounter

Spit on again and again till her eyes are bloodshot

And now they've slowly sunken in "There's gotta be more to life than this"

She whispers under her breath as she pulls another double *******ft

She's 21 a single mother of two

And this ******* dead end job barely buys enough food

It's slowly killing me

I've gotta go

Cause I can feel my blood pumpin' like the stereo

I've kept it bottled up inside but now it's gonna blow

So... what are you gonna do when it comes down to you 10 years of *******' fast food

I've been shot at twice and always talked down to

Unappreciated, misunderstood

Overworked, underpaid, dodging bullets in the hood

One thing

I've learned is that this life's not for me

I can never be a functional member of society

The only thing that's been keeping me sane

Is playing these songs cause it eases the pain