This is a song about "Junior from spkane"

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

Tied with an evil eye since junior high. i remember she would hide

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

See, wages is minimum

You're just coming down from

Especially from detectives

Wish i could shed all these tears

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry