Yes, the title of loser is written all over me!

Maybe because my origins were not sober you see.

Yes, my benefactors acted as did the others.

No such thing with me as a brother, or a mother I could add.

Wish that I could say Jermaine had a dad

Sad, in the event that you call my life, might end up

dying alone by myself, with no sons, or daughters,

and not even a wife, maybe I am alright being by all alone

At least the dust from people‘s mouths are clear, wealth,

for sure, it won’t help me, thinking that a piece of sex

would be a cure, with my luck it would ruin me for sure

Surely I am a leper for the people to reticle Because everywhere

I look assholes rule, or might I be one of the biggest fools

Ever to walk the planet, just being so uncool, listening to the

rabbit ears with their threats, drowning within my sorrows inside my debts.

A taste of the good life wouldn’t kill a cat

Just tired of the beckoning song of carrying a gat