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When I was a young adolescent entering high school

I never focused on my grades I wanted to be cool

Saved up my lunch money for months just for some Jordans

Weeks later they were worthless, Not one person adored them

I tried buying Snapbacks to gain attention from my peers

But my plan backfired I was ignored for two years

No matter what I did to impress the guys and hot girls

I turned to rap for therapy, spitting some 3rd degree burns

I grew more distant from my classmates and my teachers

Dreaming of my school Shouting my name from the bleachers

But never hopped on the mic because I was too scared

I don't got money or bitches; Can't even afford the bus fare

But then over time, I sat down and realized

That rapping's about the message, not about this currency that's idolized

So I left my group of fellow friends; all they did was bring me trouble

Time to leave my comfort zone instead of ravaging through the rubble

 

 

Cause y'allready know that I'm about this life

This ain't a rap about how I'm one of these tough guys

This ain't a song about strip clubs and Dollar signs

This a song about my struggles starting straight from grade nine (X2)

 

My first year was just terrible

I was seen as antisocial

tried to distance myself from people

I thought that I was being noble

Never really good at sports

But I truly gave it my all

But when it came to the girls

I would just dream as the snow falls

 

Being sick didn't help at all

with asthma and nineteen allergies

Swallowing problems, and bad liver tendencies

But I kept that to myself

Even senior year I still do

Don't wanna be seen as contagious

or trapped again like a zoo