This is a song about "Slam poetry"

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Second guessing me? i'm writin' poetry, quote this

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Bases full, i grand slam/

Live my life through some film, man

I slam your face down into the pavement,

All go crazy for days in amazement

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

Better than college, after that, students home