I heard a wise man say life is just a journey
And mine leads me down a road that makes me an attorney
But I fear I’ll never get there cuz my school is trying to burn me
Take away my grant money and end my future journey
See Ive settled in my school and found my own friends
And I’d hate to leave now just to start it all again
See Ive never been the type to be able to just blend
In with any crowd I always stand out from the trend
So hopefully I’ll find a way to get these bills paid
Graduate in two years and then I’ll be able to trade
The east coast for the golden state with a personal maid
II
They say nice guys finish last, ain’t that the truth
All the girls end up with the smooth talking, uncouth,
Poor excuse for a man perpetually stuck in his youth
If that’s what you want, then congratulations to you
You now have the kids of a man who can’t divide by two’s
You should treat yourself right, go out with a nice guy
Mr. Treat-You-Right guy, We-ain’t-gotta-fight guy
I’ll-take-you-out-and-not-
Cuz once you date a nice guy, you’ll see that he’s the right guy
III
My sport is your sport’s punishment
Why do I feel like Im the one being punished then?
At the meets I feel like a child among the men
Fighting every second trying to defend
The honor of the school written on my chest
V-I-L-L-A-N-O-V-A with the wildcat crest
It’s apparent it’s all just a business
A coach is your best friend when you make that visit
But the second you’re hurt you gradually get dismissed it
Seems you become old news
Hanging in the back of the line paired in two’s
Seems like you’ll never make head line news
Even though, your body gets constantly abused
The coach always instills “It is not an option to LOSE”
So I run faster and jump harder than I ever have
Get a personal best smile then laugh
But look over at coach and see no smile
He says You didn’t win the meet, turn down that dial
And tomorrow I’ll have to run an extra mile
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