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to make
Some moves up
Didn't know
That life was too rough
Soccer saved me
Took me
To the schoolhouse

Passion for the sport
Took me out the streets
Broke

moves by the schoolhouse
But they was laughing till I made some moves right now

Moody days but I'm ok
Sometimes we just have those days and it's ok

of Dark Joe
The village was quaint – and a new coat of paint
Had been put on the old rugged schoolhouse
And the song could be heard of a lonely blackbird

time?
I've loved without loss, I've put down my cross
You know what I know, an' I'm goin' go

She set my schoolhouse on fire
Down in the fire the angels

in the dark, not on a train, not in a car, not up a tree
'Cause I don't like 'em, Sam, see,
Not in a schoolhouse or a shoebox with a house-mouse

little old schoolhouse
burned down post office 
blueberries and bulrushes 
a tree with a tire swing 
volunteer fireman's fair
the whole entire thing

In previous observations of the rain
You were staring out the schoolhouse window 
One drop amid the millions of 
Children learning what puddles know

rent
Cant go back to the schoolhouse
And I cant go back to them trenches
Cant go back to them sunset towns
White folks still got lynches
Ain't no 70's

Every night I ride my bike right back to that same place
The schoolhouse walls remain with all the paint still chipping off
And it kinda hurts me

to the schoolhouse
Take you all around the world
We can live life in the clouds
Wow why do me foul now
Everything's plausible
You treat it like mission impossible

weight, quit looking like a clown
I wore a mask, before it even got this cool
I put it on the first time I had to walk into
A new schoolhouse, quiet

they shotgun in my face once
Coming out the spot into the sting
I was 16, best reminder not to skip my eyes could've seen
But the schoolhouse couldn't

on the schoolhouse steps
But it ain't nothing like we see today
We all saw it play out in Charlottesville
Somehow we gotta make it stop
But the really sad part about

the scholars. Hit the schoolhouse with my Miller-Motte patnas

Welcome to the school with all the game
Where the big biz students come around and hang

I'm

Every morning my mother would write
c little love letter to encourage my ride
Down to the schoolhouse in a new little town
Where my family had always

is schoolhouse arson
Smoke signals but even my plumes will outsmart them
Y'all fluent in moving your jowels
I'm fluent in moving through community

Without you i'm home-bound
Thanks for playin', schoolhouse
Safe found
My adventure,
HOME BOUND.
HOME BOUND.
HOME BOUND.

Pumpkin hill's gotta 
Go
No safe

that will put slack on big brother's lasso 
Let's shatter shackles from schoolhouses to tabernacles
To muscle bros and uppity IG model cackles 
This

bodies
That shit out of style
Went to fighting in that schoolhouse
Now we shootin' out
Hah, and we up, them niggas losin' now
Boy you pussy on your period

of you
And wonder where you are / where am i

Somewhere in the schoolhouse
Reading all the books
Somewhere in the drugstore
Buying all the drugs
Somewhere

cat aristocrat
Where have you gone
Mr. Washington
Remember the shot
In Schoolhouse Rock
Stand erect, genuflect
Elect then respect
Left-right, right-left

my dreams in widest nets
Butterflies and rubies set
In rings that did adorn
My dancing hands
The small, old schoolhouse
Has new rooms
And new books

Here's a ballad of a red diaper kid, a child of the little red schoolhouse
Came of age in the days of rage, damn near died in the townhouse
Naked in

Breathe Easy - by Sam Baardman

In a small schoolhouse in 1965
c teacher read from a government pamphlet
When everyone hears that air raid siren
Can