POET - Society k**ed The Teenager lyrics

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POET - Society k**ed The Teenager lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chapelle] The worst thing to call somebody is crazy, its dismissive I don't understand this person so their crazy. That's bullsh** These people are not crazy, they strong people Maybe their environment is a little sick [Interlude: Efil] In what way can a kid like me survive in a society that don't think im good enough? [Verse 1: Efil] Momma says im a burn out. If I don't know then bet I learn now I swerve and bounce to the houses of hoes that had once would turn me down A lot don't changed, first was honor now its execution I ain't no role model. Realize I got my own problems And Raph, he his own man so stop looking to me to guide him That's my bro but I got too much to lose in me seeing county That stress is unhealthy so with negativity miss me later Rise and grind cause I don't want to dream about getting paper Or go broke for the look of luxury. Spending to get involved With those who write unwritten laws where each sentence should end in pause Answer to no one, since a kid mentally challenged Spitting crack, you just cough powder like the cinnamon challenge I fear no man, just his talents My will is good like my army offers salvation Get high cause im a low life with no balance And cause I fought alone until I brought it home so I urge you to listen But don't try to read me. Just agree to my terms and conditions [Hook: Efil] And they say im a blemish on society in its entirety I'm a weed smoking tyrant, give a f** who likes it cause see If I was given a chance I might gave one. Fit the image or be rejected Never could adjust to being accepted [Verse 2: Poet] I'm from a cla** where you can't afford not to pay attention Cause students stick you with lead pencil's if the paper's mentioned Then your sent to detention in d**h's office for making a late impression School of hard knocks, take a lesson Check your text books again Cause it'll take a weapon to play defensive against a professor that took a pen and made a profession So take a suggestion I've felt enough loss to call bluffs So ball up and brawl Cause all the d**h threats are brushed off I ain't much for the tough talk But my soul burns with enough heart to load toasters over croutons My crew stomps over the cash So if your man's blowing it fast They'll scold him and laugh While scoping his stash Then wait for him to go to the back Choke his a**, lean his sh** back and fold him in half like a futon So you can run and tell all that if we smashing now To keep in mind that I can crack the ground with hell balled in my 2 palms So when the battle happens Come catch your man's in action Against these skinny jean pants sagging, sandal snapping, random f*ggets That can't handle a vandal rapping No shame, claiming their toast bang but wouldn't blow flames to a candle waxing Your hammer blasting with no nails I'll snatch up your coattail Then beat you in the face with the handle strap I'd gladly blast A machine spitting battery acid My chest plate pumps carhartt without a flannel jacket They can't stand a ba*tard That keeps quiet, claiming their street fighters, getting Balrog all wrong with the wrong one I brawl wild, so somebody call Guile and tell Jean Claude that I'm all for the Van Damming action Packing a hand-cannon, Ill blam your face until you can't manage standing straight I'm diabolical thanks to biological family traits But I don't have haters, just a bunch of f**ing cowards that can't relate [Hook]

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