 Yet no one respects you So you deserve to be held captive Trapped in a basement with a sadistic bastard Half of you desperate, the other half scared You don't ask for help, you think no one will care He'll look at you, say that you chose to be there Like you chose to get raped cause the clothes that you wear In the house where there's guns and there's dope everywhere Why not use these tools to snatch hope from despair?