I couldn't find the lyrics to this song so i wrote them down. I do not own this song, all credit goes to Prof and Stophouse.

Lyrics:

My parent's got some big money problems
Were all young and were counting on them
Im four years old you think im bouncing on em
I just sit back and watch think about them

Moms probably stronger than pops is
The talk is that the old man has lost it
Last week he came back from work
I saw him back on the porch with the glass of milk on his shirt
He was flippin out mom probably put it there
Judging by how angry she was it probably should be there
And both folks know that im standing there
Momma protects me, throws me be hind her back
Why did papa do that
Whats that telling me
The birds cant help but sing a melody

I aint stupid
Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy
Police are part of our family
Son and mother look out from the porch
See fathers head duck under the door

*Chorus*
I believe in nothing
I believe in myself
I believe in nothing
Nothing at all

My papa got some big angry problems
Im getting older and im sick about em
Its getting harder just to live around it
I need to take a stand as a man
I need to be about it

So ring around the posie around the living room table
I cant remember what we were arguing about
I stood up to the scariest man in the country
I held my head up high as i left the house
Little boy stood in the face of a dragon
Left with the heart of a lion. Amazing
Its funny, i left the house so it could cool down
But the dragon stayed hot, whos it fooling now
Papa and the devil sitting in the basement. A-R-S-O-N-I-N-G
Young son headed back to the house hold
Running down the block eight fire trucks deep
Fell to my knees and i screamed in my front yard
Firemen running round like no ones in charge
Sort of like when it rains it poors
See the flames burst out of the door

*Chorus*

Ive learned a lifetime
Lifetime as a boy.
Evils on the inside.
Waiting for all.

Got an apartment Im 20 years old
Finally think that i have everything is under control
Its been years since i spoke to the man when
He gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand
So just like a hyena, i take the meat.
And then i run my ass away, you need to let me be
But over time a part of me knew I needed to speak.
Thats right when the world decided that it couldn't be
Its the biggest hurt ill think in past tense.
That when a strong man takes his last breath.

*Chorus*

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