This is a song about "Sharpened"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Now my pencils sharpened

If you ever feel alone and

Sharpened up and kept clean, those motherfuckers seem to gleam,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen