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brothers and
Sisters, the memory of his parents
The street vendors selling
The elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him
To get in the mornings before school
a reasonable man to say?
There's a high school in Alabama named after Robert E. Lee
And it's eighty-nine percent black, you don't see the irony?
What it do
before they got to the exit
They were taken to a back room, they were visibly shaken and nervous
All that time in Sunday school and just one brush with
hand us sum equity maybe a Fisker
Ion think they can see us in they positions
Walk ina room why they always got whisper
I can b anything that I want
Old school, I'm from the old school
Old school, I'm from the old school
I came in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I seen was
spit Tema Community 9 flows never go dey flop on a beat like this
C9 nigga you dey try combat any3mi kaafe wona wey tr)n pass
So many rappers in
all we learned in school
Not that we gave Hussein five billion
Not of our new bed partner the Syrian
And of course no mention of the Palestine
tried to remember the history in the region
the French foreign legion, Imperialism,
Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah
were all we learned in school
Not
letting me die thousands of dollars in debt
I attended private school in Billings, Montana, even though
I lived in the Busby-Lame Deer Community school
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
CUSTOMER: Here's one -- nine pence.
I was born to two immigrants
Who knew why they were here
They were happy to pay taxes
For the schools and roads
Happy to be here
They took it
it been like this
From right in time when I was nine years old
I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers
Dropped beepers, even
Faith of a mustard seed
So he been moving mountains
Backends like taxes
He been working with his accountant
Trying to make his whole community
in a toilet)
(I'm gonna build) a Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
of them"
"As a high school standout..."
"The skywalker himself!"
"I felt, he could do, to make this an effective basketball team"
Grades nine and ten,
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Nine, four, eight, one
B day
Mission one, I'm-a put this on
When he see me in this dress, I'm-a get me some, hey
Mission two: gotta make that
to
I sent my links, you know the works, but so did many in my school
I was in awe, but I was determined to impress my city
So I kept my head down
don't really get this chick
Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children, then she gotta prove that she
Ain't just another
summer, they ain't finna say
"Next summer I'm finna"
Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
This dope money here is lil' Trey's scholarship
'Cause
Ran out the door in such a hurry,
Backpack bouncing, in a bit of a flurry.
Off to school, with a smile so wide,
Ready to learn, on this fun-filled
cries "Go, school choice!"
"Let's give vouchers a try"
What Betsy doesn't choose to voice
Is how vouchers bleed communities dry
Dear Betsy visits select
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