More nothing.

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
where are the kids?
Maybe pregnant,
or on drugs,
or on welfare,
on top of the world,
the honor roll,
on parole,
on reruns,
in the Dodgers,
back of milk cartons,
on stakes in the middle of corn fields,
on covers of future history books,
on old lady's mantles,
walkin' on water,
nailed on crosses,
I think it's time I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN'
-FNM