My 7th grade escapade used to watch and observe Same fella's who could rap, feathers flocked to their words Lunch room tables knockin' beat boxing preferred Situation, inspiration now I'm plottin' my splurge In the cla**room opposite nerd, I'm in the back Teacher think I'm takin' notes, but I'm jottin' a verse Next day I'm in the lunch room bobbin' at first I caught my man off, he ran off shocked what he heard Seen a couple of jaws drop to the shirt Overnight I went from "yeah, she aiight" to the popular skirts Parents couldn't understand the plan, how could it work? And now my grades spell "EDDE" so the problem is worse You don't wanna be a grown man not gettin' work Or better yet a famous rapper on the top gettin' jerked Plus the talent that you got is from the God of the earth Provocative words, my lesson learned, knowledge is first