Real life (SOON TO BE RECORDED)

Is it true for me to be stuck with this planning

I guess I've done more yards than both of the Mannings

I am trying to fly high but I still got no landings

Maybe if I'd try I would understand it

But People just don't understand my fucking expertise

That's why I see another black man popping some ecstasy

Popping that shit while he's next to me

And his best friend is asking for the recipe

But for what? You asking for this shit that never loved us

It was controlled then sold by the people who used to own us

They built our schools they built the system

They put a number on us and claim that their job is to start a mission

But you be teaching kids for grades not to stop excess emission

Think out of the box for a difference

Do you need help, why don't you try something more efficient

Making people job-oriented is my thinking

I'm 15 but I am still openly-thinking

Like what's my reason for existing

Is it for people to criticize me and put it on paper

And leave that shit to determine my life for the years later

Sorry but I think that some schools be fucking haters

I should quit math and maybe start with rap

And then finish my education with the racks that I count

I gotta do taxes

Sorry about individualist but I speak for the masses

You gotta go to school to only realize you pay taxes

And it's my tax money that I use to pay you back, bitch

By paying for your education and your free lunch

That shit be a fucking hunch

But if schools stay the same we'll never change

Soon teachers won't call students by their names

But that same old number that be fucking lame

Teach the kids something

Maybe if I bitch about it more then I'll do something

That's what they teach us, to do nothing

That's why I come to you confronting

About something, I went to a fucking meeting

Spoke to me as if I had no fucking meaning

Hah, bitch look at these fucking grades

You took months while this took me a day

You eat and pray

I just pray that I don't fuck up

Or else I will be the one who will be fucked up

But I got high expectations

I ain't gotta believe you all, I got myself

Because the next time I see your ass you'll be working for me

Picking papers off my fucking shelf