Play with poetry to pour flow from me
fortunately my charm arms me luckily
true im stuck standing like glued shoes
a dirty dog lost without like blues clues
never cut class like scissors, not that kid
but school grim, so I ditch n call it a trim
I don’t front
yo I place history books in my forefront
to make sure my eyes stayed covered up
what? Mc2? Does that mean it’s a battle
dog, understand my baby brain is rattled
we get herded like cattle, move on a bell
explain why when my stock goes up I sell
hell this worlds cold making me feel old
call the cops cuz my innocence was stole
description fittin’ moldy text and portables
gloomed rooms with asbestos growing so
I cant deny lunch lines pressed ass to thigh
hit the trough for slop of disease piled high
and again the bell tolls, and we begin to roll
not out but over, for trolls of academic goals
whoa, hold up, stop think and correct this
stand and speak over the liars, address it
kids get limited responsibility including
lemme see, well speech, nope pardon me
clothing, sorry another fallacy of our being
well certainty there’s something that’s free
an education is what it must be, now I see
how did it escape me, im tired probably
most likely dreaming, school is great, agreed
no what the problem be, oops it slipped
that wasn’t proper of me I’ll close my lips
seal em like a ziplock, remove my wristwatch
turn my hat around so I don’t get caught
I ought to flip my shit cuz 8 ball is gangsta
so next week I will wear jesus and the manger
avoid danger, by studying my mathematics
add n pull up my pants so Im no crack addict
take a pen to blend a and b to get my answer
knowing about pheno and genotypes matters
hold my hand high in the sky to relieve my blatter
fail or graduate, I guess I choose the latter
even after schools pained me like a catheter
I push on
log logs of journals to comfort my internals
just to get pissed like the administrators urinal
I’ve heard it yo, and no im not talking duncans
it’s slang and to me it actually means somethin’
you buggin’, but not like cars or beatles though
but with bass akwards advice like school=cash flow
I know the real reality lies in lies of government
but like micheal jacksons son its not uncovered yet
blanketed truth is obtuse, but shallow lies are acute
like hugh who granted sex with that stripper who
was brown sugar it seemed, but wasn’t equal
and sin ahmen its bitter in pains revolving sequel
and this world is nuetral and not even sweet
I stand minus liberty with defeat feet deep in deceit
I tried kinda
but not really at all, I just called my cause
lost, drunk up pain like alcohol on gauze
saw stars in the sky to guide my hopes
now I cry on the stars on the flag to cope
patriotism transformed to symbolism
the same way school spoke and I listened
now I return to a more pure potent vision
of the black ink that glistens from what I’ve written
audio coming soon. just a little warm up before the matches come in IE
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