Mr. Teacher
Thinking about my life at hand...
i got a grip of money and a master plan.
walking down the road for a boy im trying to meet, ipod buggin from ears and im baggin to the beat. Its neat when your the only guy every one wants to meet. And at all the parties people want to know were i be, and thats also another reson i have to roll with my heat. Get out my car in the mall and im stacked to my feet... your styles are funny, to me see i get money. all of a sudden now you Got beaf? Come on man get that shit out of here and take a seet. i really dont have time for any jokes or your bull sheet, out of minutes like a clock that rolls over when you sleep. Thats why im not at home because im busy in these streets. So if you would please be so kind and leave a message after the beep. good gezz.. it seems i cant do right right now, know what i mean? All the time going back and forth mently and phsyicly. fighting and arguing with myself in a maze constently.. troubles and worries all the time its as there bickering, im stuck in court while the the judge is configuring. Losing my mind with thoughts of sanity.. ruling my mind its a trap, help get me free. im gonna try now so you please better let me be.. See you, like im gone till next year, pray for peace! Support our troops, be strong dont be afraid to shoot... Dont be afraid to sleep, Barrel high ass low but be light on your feet. thats me unclear in the fucking window cause the rain just call it sleet. UNtill next class students see ya' peace!
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