[Intro]

It was 1990-something, I was in grade school

The other kids made it clear that I ain't cool

I hated it, just waking up and getting ready

Praying somehow that I wouldn't make the bus, man

[Verse 1]

My family wasn't rich

I couldn't rock those new kicks like the other kids

My grandmother liked to comb my hair a lot

And me, I loved her, so I let her, wouldn't dare to stop

If it wasn't the comb over, it was high water slacks

An easy target, honourable from front to back

But man, my peers wanted me to be

Somebody other than myself but I was me

And I never was accepted

Was beat up on the regular, insulted and neglected

You ever had to pass a crowd, with your eyes down

Looking at the ground, cause you know they don't want you around

It sucks, but I had to walk to class

And I was lucky if somebody didn't call me fag

Or knock my papers to the floor as I was passing

But if it was you I bet you wouldn't have been laughing

[Hook]

If you all knew what you do to them inside

All the things that they contemplate in life

Maybe you'd be a little nicer

If it was you with the scars

That never fade that were eating you alive

Maybe you'd be a little nicer

[Verse 2]

I've seen the victim turn guilty

Become the bully, because his self-esteem was filthy

But two wrongs never make a right

I know its cliche, but it's true, so take advice

This is a vicious cycle, you oughta blame

If you've ever seen it happen but you turned away in shame cause

Too many people witness the evil

And they do nothing about it but sit around looking peaceful

That was a chance to be somebody new

Report a bully if you know one if he bothers you

Cause if you don't, the hate is free, so pick another

Who are you to let yourself or somebody close to you suffer

This ain't the way that it's supposed to be

I'd like to think that if somebody was approaching me

I wouldn't have to be alert in fear of being hurt

But if it was you I bet you nobody would see a smirk

[Hook]

If you all knew what you do to them inside

All the things that they contemplate in life

Maybe you'd be a little nicer

If it was you with the scars

That never fade that were eating you alive

Maybe you'd be a little nicer