(Verse)

Preposterous conclusions

My mind's perusing through gritted teeth

How can I love the law when law ain't once respected me?

I took a peek into the inner seams

History books of evil schemes

No wonder why my self esteem started so low, so low

Lower than the dirt beneath a boot

I never felt it leave my neck

How the fuck am I supposed to swallow truth with a broken tooth?

Checking my ego

I gotta graduate for ma dukes and see my brother free though

No buts, if, and's, maybe's, or what the fucks'

I walked to school today right through them blocks that got shot up

Just like a soldier on patrol in battlefields

This post-traumatic paranoia got me ready to kill before the bell rings

(Mykele Deville are you present? Please repeat the lesson

Don't be a space cadet you'll fail the standardized testing

Why are you crying? Whatcha need?

I got no time to babysit so please don't make a scene

See me after class....)

I took a pass and rushed passed him in a hurry, scurried

Straight to the bathroom to vomit out my nervous worries

Collapsing in that corner stall

Praying to myself, feeling it echo off the wall, because:

Chorus:

My mother

The Teacher

My brother

The preacher

They ain't really understand when I told them

My mother

The Teacher

My brother

The preacher

They ain't really understand

(repeat x1)

Verse:

Am I a target? Brown skinned marked, deadly barrages

Threaten my body, searching for tripwire sabotage

Cause it ain't hardly how it seems

I'm swatting at the vultures spinning circles in my dreams

Until I wake, to tempt fate and scrape the crossbones from plate

The cryptic signs in the mundane compound the pain

Why am I shaking, what's it mean?

I'm talking to myself and no one even heard a thing, in fact: