xNoa
12-03-2005, 01:08 PM
just sum of the verses i be spitting
From the time I was a toddler, tiny and small,
I grew into a little monster in primary school
Just another name on the list at registration
The teacher never listened so I lived in desperation
By year 6, I was sick of education,
Not to mention, wanting attention, but I sit in hesitation,
Scared to ask teachers questions
Coz I was quick to test their patience
Soon as I reached secondary,
Different heads were hating
To teachers I was already dead and buried, a product of the streetâ??s devastation
Aggy and fassy and fools and carrying tools
Why? Itâ??s a weak explanation, but I was never happy at school,
Suffered from sleep deprevationâ?¦
Teachers knew my type,
They saw it in me, never used eyesight
Most pretend theyâ??re blind when the older yoots and new guys fight
Got sent around to the deputy head
When the fat kidâ??d grass
Went back to sit in class and
Dreamt about leavin all my enemies dead
Many tears were eventually shed
Up till now I didnâ??t know what my memories meant
Many messed with me then
All the fights left my energy spent
Teachers need to fix up;
This message is for everyone but especially them
Intelligent kids donâ??t grow unless theyâ??re mentally fed
From the time I was a toddler, tiny and small,
I grew into a little monster in primary school
Just another name on the list at registration
The teacher never listened so I lived in desperation
By year 6, I was sick of education,
Not to mention, wanting attention, but I sit in hesitation,
Scared to ask teachers questions
Coz I was quick to test their patience
Soon as I reached secondary,
Different heads were hating
To teachers I was already dead and buried, a product of the streetâ??s devastation
Aggy and fassy and fools and carrying tools
Why? Itâ??s a weak explanation, but I was never happy at school,
Suffered from sleep deprevationâ?¦
Teachers knew my type,
They saw it in me, never used eyesight
Most pretend theyâ??re blind when the older yoots and new guys fight
Got sent around to the deputy head
When the fat kidâ??d grass
Went back to sit in class and
Dreamt about leavin all my enemies dead
Many tears were eventually shed
Up till now I didnâ??t know what my memories meant
Many messed with me then
All the fights left my energy spent
Teachers need to fix up;
This message is for everyone but especially them
Intelligent kids donâ??t grow unless theyâ??re mentally fed