You Look Like A Basketball Bro

These fields as of late have been ridden
With tractors, broken down and abandoned
Still the grass keeps growing
Reaching over our heads
If it's debt that drowns me
I think I'm better off dead

When I said I would never come back
It was before I knew the things that I lack
But I can't do it alone
Having never solved a problem on my own

Is this what you call giving?
Making a game out of lives not worth living
And I can't work hard enough to
Keep myself from quitting

Time and money spent
Hoping for better circumstances