Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
And talking about experience in living (or bitching)
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
I look around and begin walking into the school
But she forgot about the golden rule
Went to school and sat in the back
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
They don't care if you make it to graduation,
Patience got me through graduation
If he keep going, pass the torch to him
Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city
He was grown with experience and bald as can be
Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
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