This is a song about "Teaching independent"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Why aint they listening to what krs is teaching,

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

But its so hard when life be teaching lessons and testing,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future