Conditions

Some people think things are easy
Well, it depends where you're standing

I have a friend born with nothing
He takes walks more than others

I've seen a man with everything
Most people walk beside him

And all I think about is how strange it must be to want that
But we don't think about it
When we're all caught up in it

But I don't blame anyone
'Cause I know that nobody's wrong

Our conditions

Some people grow up in mansions
That's fine with me I don't blame them

Some people hangout on sidewalks
You catch them talking for hours, years

I think about my days in school
Man, I had it so easy

Come home to a big house
Loving family
Stocked kitchen

Our conditions

Basically we're not that different
Basically we're the same

We get off on our 21st birthdays
Now it's all mundane

Why would anyone ever wanna be in love when they got no money?
Why would anyone ever want money when they got no love?

Some people think I'm a really really good boy
'Cause I've never gotten high
Some people tell me I don't know what I'm missing
And I really don't know but

How would you know what it's like not to ever be high?
How would you know what it's like not to ever try?
I know what it's like not to ever be

What?
Is it something I said?

Our conditions