I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

Now I'm down on my knees

Asking when will it stop?

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

So I'm begging you please

Asking when will it stop?

I was born with a silver spoon

Never knew the taste of stainless steel

While they were outside living their lives

I'm stuck polishing forks and knives

There's no worries of stains or rust

Or knowing who to really trust

With pockets empty and heart so full

The best things don't need polished at all

Of course these problems don't amount to shit

I think we all know that things are relative

So I'm down on my knees

Asking when will it stop?

Yeah, I'm down on my knees

Asking when will it stop?

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

Now I'm down on my knees

Asking when will it stop?

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

So I'm begging you please

Asking when will it stop?

When will it stop?