Slumped out on a coach bus seat

I heard somebody in the bathroom scream

People worryin but I just think he

Was givin birth to a brand new me

Nobody’s gonna hold me down

Ten years since I left my home town

I still visit but I don’t like how

They size me up when I come back around

Will they still be able to find

The fear inside of my wide eyes

Just a jit, a kid to be provided for A song to be refined

Sitting next to a weeping man

Tattoos on the backs of his hands

I wanna sleep but don’t know if I can

I gotta keep an eye on this man

I wonder what he’s crying about

I wonder what weight’s holding him down

The bus pulls into his home town

There’s police and a big ol’ crowd

When he stands up I seem to find

The fear inside of his wide eyes

Just a jit, a kid to be reminded

We’re all born to be revised