Contribution - Guttermouth

My restitution to society means stay away

And equals empty grants of time

The cleansing of a conscience brought by petty empathy

Helps well to do’s sleep through the night

(chorus) not gonna say I’m sorry would society even care

Not gonna volunteer my time to

Cracked out mothers

All the others

Who wasted every chance they’re given

Not gonna say I’m sorry my anger won’t turn to shame

You’ll get no apology

Cuz I don’t care

I came from nothing started something

Discipline was learned

That’s self-sufficiency obtained

My offerings are put on hold till I get some return

Those seeking handouts never change