she stands, a target behind the counter and she burns a little more with every encounter spit on again and again `till her eyes are bloodshot and now they`re slowly sunken` in `there`s gotta be more to life than this` she whispers under her breath as she pulls another double shift she`s 21 a single mother of two and this fuckin` dead end job barely buys enough food it`s slowly killing me, i`ve gotta go cause i can feel my blood pumpin` like the stereo i`ve kept it bottled up inside but now it`s gonna blow. so... what are you gonna do when it comes to you 10 years of fuckin` fast food. i`ve been shot at twice and always talked down to unappreciated, misunderstood overworked, underpaid dodging bullets in the hood one thing i`ve learned is that this life`s not for me i can never be a functional member of society the only thing that`s been keeping me sane is playing these songs cause it eases the pain