No Knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 Now I'm down on my knees
 Asking when will it stop
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 So I'm begging you please
 Asking when will it stop
 I was born with a silver spoon
 Never knew the taste of stainless steel
 While they were outside living their lives
 I'm stuck polishing forks and knives
 There's no worries of stains to rust
 Or knowing who to really trust
 With pockets empty and hearts so full
 The best things don't need polished at all
 Of course these problems don't amount to shit
 I think we all know, the things are relative
 So I'm down on my knees
 Asking when will it stop
 Yeah I'm down on my knees
 Asking when will it stop
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 Now I'm down on my knees
 Asking when will it stop
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 I graduated from the school of no knocks
 So I'm begging you please
 Asking when will it stop
 When will it stop