But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school
Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters
Flashin' like lights with their chains in front me show how corrupted they've been be
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
It sucked for this coward kid
But most times i'm not, i be lifted
I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,
Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school
{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
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