laying under my desk blasting Marshall matters,

nothing else matterd,

shoving the Walkman deep in to my pocket

headphones placed firmly while I'm boppin,

disobeying the rules, getting kicked out of school

i can't say the N word but I pity the fool,

because its all a mystery mos def' history kawlib and common resperating through me physically 

lyrically technique taught me to be immortal,

button up my collard shirt though I know that love is pain

joe Budden told me all the facts about what's her name

but damn I live through it to to that's what hip hop should do, 

give us a chance to speak out mind unlike the whitewashed schools, 

true I could've put it in a more poetic pretense but these days I can't listen to rhyme that makes sense damn,

fuck it man I guess I'm just ventin, 2020 mr west gon run the whole election, yeah.