Whats your ambition when your position is inquisition? What you tryna aim for when winnin is what you wishin? Cuz it dont come like you please, show some grit While the Parents always be fightin over stupid shit If things fall apart you dont gotta hang yourself Lifes worth livin please dont blast yourself Even if what around you seem so pathetic I know if society is in emergency we gone need a paramedic English teachers Tellin us that our opinions is wrong Like what the fuck? I cant interpret shit for my own? You claimin we should act grown but dont you see in this poem The real is in me, it feels right at fuckin home Chorus My back pack Is strapped back With a mag stack I got that, knowledge With no ledge It stays stretched We stay blessed Im looking for something, never thought i was lost Navigating the plating, the earths fires now frost Im roamin the lands tryna conquer this crust Tryna shoot out on up still need slightly more thrust Am I showin for the outside, the green and the wood Or goin down in deep for the heat and the good Our worlds decomposition, is that urban decay? Is itdeveloping, has it gotta be this way? All I know is were searching for the hard to find All the rocks and steel structures have seemed to combine Chorus bridge Lighten up a bit, live your life in hysterics Cuz most of the people I see, live in generics They boxed up, boxin up, what theyre told to do Cubicles are killin the new school so true is few Everyone now goin for no restriction But they gettin messed up, with no prescription
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