Where I Come From

There's sense in arguing
 That's something you believe in
 Can't hope someones good advice
 Don't have much money to lay around and grieve in
 Better off just keep your mouth shut
 Come on boys be nice
 You can't hurt me now
 I don't know how to cry
 But I'm still young
 I see the outstretched arms that beckon me
 But I can't come
 I hear the spoken words that make no sense
 Where I come from
 Keep everyone happy with recreation
 take out frustrations on the field
 churches on every other corner
 visions with much better yield
 You can't hurt me now
 I don't know how to cry
 But I'm still young
 I feel the stinging truth
 The slaps me hard
 And makes me numb
 I eat the bitter fruit that grows on trees
 Where I come from