Lyrics:
challenged
But he, stood strong in heavy reasoning
Teachers, parents aligned in fury
A child can’t hold the truth securely
And then were getting into
Sketchy
[Busta]
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Yo, yo, yo, I can't understand
Why the parents and the teachers
And everybody trying to o the kids
bound to come
How to deal with a cranky parent
And keep the desks in a row
So many things a teacher has to know
Teachers have to know when kids are
Back to the moment, take me away
Elementary, it's child's play
Back to the moment, take me away
Elementary, child's play
Back to the moment, take me
[Busta]
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Yo, yo, yo, I can't understand
Why the parents and the teachers
And everybody trying to o the kids
revolution
Lowered our defenses
A parking lot
Replaced by a meteor
All my teachers said
I was a problem child
While my parents smiled
At their T.V. sets
They
the point of no return
Gather your goods and follow me
Or you will surely die
I was only a child of the city
My parents were children of immigrant stock
the point of no return
Gather your goods and follow me
Or you will surely die
I was only a child of the city
My parents were children of immigrant stock
to be there
When you need a shoulder to bare
Now don't stare
Your parents should teach you to dare
As a young child
I was never scared and I didn't
and make us parents happy.
Child 6:
Good is the right thing and bad is the wrong thing.
Child 7:
When I'm good my mother never yells at me, when
The parent teachers association secretly fixed a date
A giant swoop is authorised to sign and seal his fate
Oh sent away for a year and a day
He was taken so
graduation
And she helps to keep the classroom sane
Oh teacher I need you like a little child
You got something in you to drive a schoolboy wild
You give me
teacher's to reach
2002 legislation pass no child left behing
Misleading the youth is not considered a crime
Taking tests
That makes no sense
Up to this day
madness
Gather your goods and follow me
As all around you perish
Well, I was only a child of the city
My parents were children of immigrant stock
So
Let's get it crackin'
Hood Employment
The child knew what he was doin' was wrong
His parents taught him better
But he didn't wanna get stuck in the hood
and your mom from the spiritual world
We're just the physical parents, you know?
God loaned you to us, as God's spirit
We're the physical parents, you
in despair
Child in despair
Child doesn't care
Parents don't give a damn
Not the kids fault
Shoulda loved him more
Parents don't give a damn
Not
Kids, why'know listen to your teachers at school and
Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home
Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child
I'm not mad because she's a MILF of a teacher
Only class I wanna attend
MILF of a teacher
Make her my girlfriend
She's a MILF of a teacher
Talk about
(Parents) We’d rather juggle jars of nitro-glycerine,
Than be told how awfully-behaved
Our darling child has been!
To hear they’re less than perfect
of midlife crises 'fore I turned twenty-five
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
'Cause when the teachers call you special, that's
6 years old on his first day of school, and emotions are running high
Mom and dad are left home home alone, as he bids his parents goodbye
The shiny
by the drapes
Split up my ass ?
?
?
Go with parents, say your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
"Parents, teachers, students, please calm yourselves and take your seats
The man sitting here is Cole Drummond
Today, he has come to talk to you all
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