The last time the headline
used my name sake,
they thought I was homeless
passed out drunk
hospital and god knows how they treated me
the next time they felt sorry
and thought I was dead,
Then I gave my keys
to a friend in need
who needed to get high
more than I wanted to drive,
and after flashing lights,
a DWI
the psychiatric chop shop
to pull apart my mind,
he finally got his fix,
and I got all the fines;
rehab and an overdose,
and I can't say that I'm fine
but now the name in the paper,
isn't mine,
My cousin holds a trophy,
because she's doing more than all right--
the teenage softball league
I'm so proud I could cry,
for my name, my families sake,
even shit like me can see something beautiful shine sometimes.