Race Salad

by Ava Myers

I write lyrics often. I only recently decided to put some on the internet. I can't sing or write music. I opened a tunecore and sang some of my songs, but I feel like my singing ruins the delivery. I hoping putting some of my songs out there will create interest and hopefully income.




Race Salad © 2019
Rock rap meant to be sung by a man

Walking up to school
Smokers looking cool
Stoners looking stoned
Jocks looking toned
Hot chics smiling at the guys
Wannabees copying their styles
Kids in the band couldn’t give a shit about all their problems

Race salad…race salad…race salad

Coming into class
Teachers a big bad ass
There is the chick who always looks weary
And her bestie we call dreary
Kid in the back
Nap attack
Already falling asleep
Drool falling off his cheek
Way too early
Not even 7:30

Race salad…race salad…race salad

Between classes in the hall
Kids running from the bullies
There go the whores 
Looking way too pretty
The geeks in the club
Laughing about something lame
Dikes looking scary
Gay dudes running like fairies

Race salad…race salad…race salad

Last bell rings
Everyone is going crazy
Big chick beating up the bitch that called her fat and lazy
Group of cowards chasing the smallest kid in school
Massive big fail at an attempt to be cool
ROTC wrapping up the flag
I give a heads up to the dude with the jag
My mom pulls up with a big smile
Get me out of here this place is way too wild

Race salad…race salad…race salad…

Ava Myers ©2019

Written by: Ava Myers

Submitted on: May 06, 2022

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