Lyrics:
I am an Artist, a Student, a Street Scholar
The son of a crack head who seems to be doing better
The Rapper, the Father, and i'm the Brother
I am
a Celestial
Niggas who don’t, have: ‘Sentient’
Living my days up in tomorrow’s
A lot of my days’ve
Turned into morrows
I’ve been seeing them leave me
of a farmer (he never knew they were just an average family), she was a very hardworking girl things became very complicated for her when her parents realized
about a beat in the pavement
Allowance on monthly basis
Just for her keeping the maintenance
Patience, if you a student, study the greatness
It's
six hundred.
Workers have wash and car details.
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale.
Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up.
dollar spot
A educated brother
Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge
Part of the plan
To keep us fightin in the street
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
It's like light gets better with age
The way a song sounds better on stage
And rhyme books get better with each page
What before the first bar was
Everything will be okay
Yes it will
Come tomorrow
We gonna see better days
No more sorrow
This is for the ones in the slums
I'll be saying
It's like light gets better with age
The way a song sounds better on stage
And rhyme books get better with each page
What before the first bar was
It's like light gets better with age
The way a song sounds better on stage
And rhyme books get better with each page
What before the first bar was
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
to chase it I wanted more for the younger world
I gotta be the inspiration for the boys and girls
Hello we educated but we out the ghetto
We came from
It's like light gets better with age
The way a song sounds better on stage
And rhyme books get better with each page
What before the first bar was
your change
Yo, fellow niggas, mind wounded a rhyme student
Ignorant, grew up in it but fine to it
Moms knew it, Dad wasn't around for it
A bomb
why do we think it is cool?
Some got the grade but they are seeking for that better job brother
Everyone who has been to school
Knows that school is
of living
Return the wealth, and
Never gonna stop giving
All apes want
Is a better tomorrow
For our pets and parents
Spare them the sorrow
Corrupt
Show me why tomorrow I'll be missing ya
Medusa on my finger now she wanna see my snake
And the stuff that she be doing call the RSPCA
And the student
Black and educated
Makin money not statements
I keep a lawyer on retainer
Ain't showing up for the arraignment
Fuck a snitch nigga and the plaintiff
I've
the student
Now I'm comin' for teacher
Played the whole game
Never sittin' on the bleachers
If I make it to
Tomorrow
Swear I'll try
To change
But don't blame
student loans
I ain't tricking off on a breitling
Different strokes for different folks
I ain't knocking
Goin Live yo life G
But I Guess them nights
suffering too..
No one is educated in my family..
At least, you educate your son well..
Coffee, ma'am..
Cauvery.. bring a coffee for my child..
Okay, ma'am..
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
But no matter what they do I'm still educated for real
Hey mama look I reached the CSE pinnacle
I'll never die broke, I can feel it in my soul
Hey papa
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