Cla** is now in session, not a preacher or a reverend, but from the shots in my gla**, to all mistakes in the past, learn from em'
Thinking back on my high school years
Like what if I took the route of my ol' fellow high school peers
Have a baby, say I'm crazy but not this kid, chasing dreams for a shot try to hit this kid
Rather chase get it straight hope you got that yeah, playing cards, got the heart just to make that clear
Rap a verse from the dome, man I still shed tears, most love it when they're all alone plus they take in fear
So I, learn to give you knowledge and discern all the bull we was brought up, read a book to get ya thoughts up man
Look at our options,Hell of books, fellow crooks. people still manage rapping off to hooks?
But its all good,think they'll get it? I mean It might take awhile, I'm sure they'll get it
Got love for my people though many might not wanna hear this, its my honor to introduce you mater-face a Privilege
To be serving, spitting verses like a sermon, in the churches higher learning close the curtains cause I'm learning
What's a purpose, hell and heaven, look we all then been through worship, so what we been through
Beat the odds so you know nobody's perfect, whats yours and interpret, or else ponder. Blinded like Stevie wonder
Message to you youngsters tryna free the hunger, pa** it on or else dig under, we have to fight for what is right in this life that's a hard prompter. gone
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