It's like a daily punishment for
Robert to walk down the street,
14 with acne,
and two buck teeth,

but the people that abuse him
dont know any better,
life's about money and
ticks on their sweaters,

he steps out of the his house,
the paranoia sets in,
who's gonna be round that corner
with an ugly grin?

sometimes he wished he had eyes in the back of his head,
especially at night,
that was the times he'd dread,

at night you never knew where they were
or where they would jump out from,
but they always would
and it was always the same
outcome,

spitting and hitting,
are these people ever gonna learn that
their just not winning,

Robert and all the other victims are gonna stand up
one day
and teach these SMALL-MINDED FOOLS
how to behave.

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