To Be of Use

I've been spending what seems like forever
Trying to find my way outta this one again
And I haven’t found any answers ever I'm still stuck in the same rhythm
I'm roundin’ this block one more time
I hope I make it home my friends
Pulling out an old phone book, I'm standing at a payphone again
I'm looking for something better this time whoa oh oh oh
Than a syringe in my arm and a 40 ounce to bind me down
I want freedom, I want the truth
I want reality, I wanna be of use to you, to you, to you, to you
To you, to you, to you, to you
To you, to you, to you, to you
To you, to you, to you, to you