When i was little
It was all so simple
Now I'm older and
The world seems colder
Should I conform or should I rebel
Back when I was five I couldn't even tell
Now I'm drowning in roles and rules
There's such a thin line between goods and fools
Wish I could go back to green eggs and ham
Its too late now; I've been adopted by Uncle Sam
Back then it was only about the birds and the bees
Now I'm assaulted by the realities of pregnancy
After all is said and done
I sit down and cry
I ask myself this:
Was I socialized or brutalized?
