This is a song about "The schookyard"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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My nigga, its all love

Where the fuck the chorus

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

As the king upon the throne

Now i'm in the zone

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.