Report Card

They grade you
Based on the truth

You try
To win the race, but it's always a tie

Me? I am lazy
My lack of work is told to be crazy 

Then when it ends
A panic begins

Scared out of my mind
Good grades to find

My brain can do it
But i choose not to do it

I might die today as i show my mother this card
But it could of been prevented if i tried hard.

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