[Verse 1] Little Justin was the new kid on the street Little third-grader couldn't wait for the friends he'd meet New place, new town, he was feeling pretty happy But a few things were about to change all that, see After a few days, he met a kid named Dylan Who lived two houses down and asked to be his friend The fourth-grade punk just looked at him and laughed And said, "sure I'll be your friend, if you kiss my a**" Little Justin was not expecting that So he just went back home feeling down and sad But there were more kids, Justin still had hope Surely he'd find a friend that would help him cope Nope, I guess not, now many years had pa**ed All the other kids did was tease Justin and beat his a** Justin, now sixteen, was on d** and depressed Shooting up every day to escape the mess But he still couldn't take it, and got his dad's gun One day, put it to his head to get the job done But it misfired, by God's will, he was alive He thanked God and thought "I'll push through this sh** and survive"