Some people think things are easy Well, it depends where you're standing I have a friend born with nothing He takes walks more than others I've seen a man with everything Most people walk beside him And all I think about is how strange it must be to want that But we don't think about it When we're all caught up in it But I don't blame anyone 'Cause I know that nobody's wrong Our conditions Some people grow up in mansions That's fine with me I don't blame them Some people hangout on sidewalks You catch them talking for hours, years I think about my days in school Man, I had it so easy Come home to a big house Loving family Stocked kitchen Our conditions Basically we're not that different Basically we're the same We get off on our 21st birthdays Now it's all mundane Why would anyone ever wanna be in love when they got no money? Why would anyone ever want money when they got no love? Some people think I'm a really really good boy 'Cause I've never gotten high Some people tell me I don't know what I'm missing And I really don't know but How would you know what it's like not to ever be high? How would you know what it's like not to ever try? I know what it's like not to ever be What? Is it something I said? Our conditions