Troubles of turn

My life is at a crossroad
i dunno where 2 turn
i never meet ppl
so cruel
they call me a snob
i fink its meant 2 hurt
i give thm a dead eye
i look at them blank
but the very next day
da friends of a might
we stick up 4 eachotha
we dont fight again
i say 2 her now
its not my fault
where i live
she looks at me blank
dats where da troubles began
all over again