{As you can see i like to tell stories not fables}
my 7th grade escapade used to watch and observe
same fella's who could rap feathers flocked to their words
lunch room tables knocking beat boxing preferred
situation inspiration now im plotting my splurge
in the classroom opposite nerd, im in the back
teacher thinking im taking notes, but im jotting a verse
next day im in the lunch room bobbing at first
caught my man off, he ran off shocked when he heard
seen a couple of jaws drop to the shirt,
over night i went like yeah she aiiight.. to the popular skirts
parents couldnt understand the plan, how could it work
and now my grades spelt E D D I E so the problem is worse
you dont wanna be a grown man not getting work
better yet a famous rapper on the top getting jerked
plus the talent that you got is from the god of the earth
provocative words, lesson learned, knowledge is first....
