Born Loser - Radio Edit

Uh oh (Young man went out and made a name for himself)

Yeah

Dr. Seuss, drop it on em

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The born loser, not because I choose to be

But because all the bad shit happens to me

I got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know me

My sisters used to like me, but now they call me homie

I used to have a family, now I'm out on my own

Had to scrap with a pit, because I tried to take his bone

Niggas don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug me

They call me pill gritty, because I'm mad ugly

I used to get pussy, but I busted off quick

Now I get sluts so I gotta beat my dick

Times are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living

Eating turkey-flavored Now & Laters, for Thanksgiving

If that ain't enough, life is rough, I swear

I don't have an address, so I can't get welfare

They kicked me out the shelter, because they said I smelled a

Little like the living dead, and looked like Helter Skelter

My clothes are so funky, they bad for my health

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by theyself

Even when I was little, nothing went my way

I got beat up, and chased home from school every day

And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees

On my report cards, I didn't get F's, I got C's

But for those who choose to snooze

Since I'm a Goin' On Hope, I ain't got nothing to lose

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The born loser, a title I was branded with

Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with

The Statue of Liberty, but, they really didn't have to

Leave my black ass there until the day after

No time for laughter, this shit's for real

Ribs are showing through my back, cause I haven't had a meal

In about a week, you can see bones in my hands

The raccoons beat me to the garbage cans

I'm starvin', marvin', and it shouldn't be like that

The only thing that I'm carvin', is an alley cat

But sometimes in the daytime, I daydream of a Manwich

When all I'm really eatin' is an oxygen sandwich

For those that don't know, that's two pieces of bread slapped together

Or I'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather

Born loser, caught up in the game

And I ain't even got nobody to blame

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The born loser, yeah, that used to be my M.O

When I couldn't get a soul, to listen to my demo

Doors shut in my face, until I started jammin' em

I'm behind the doors now, and I'm the one slammin' em

Did what I had to to get where I got

Though I'll admit, what I had to do was a lot

I still gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot

Catchin' fits just to get a little loot

I thought it was cute, and didn't care who knew

Mess around, get in my way, and I'll bag you too

Cause I was born to lose, straight from the beginning

Hit the dugout, because I struck out the first inning

Winning, was everything, that's why I had to

Ask my man to front me the loot, and he said I'd be glad to

Now, who needs a major label? We got our own

I'm the Divine Master of the Unknown

Ain't nothing changed, I'm the same as before

When opportunity knocked, I just answered the door

A criminal at heart, even though I don't show it

I was always a winner, but I just didn't know it

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself