So You mad Ms.Teacher?


So you mad Ms.Teacher

I've made it to the twelvth grade.

Exspected to fail.

But look how much you get paid.

So you mad Ms.Teacher?

Your life isnt filled with my struggle.

Now im just a kid from the streets who made a way to hustle.

Nawl im not selling drugs, or dealing crack.

I just find a way to grind with Jesus watching my back.

So you mad Ms.Teacher?

Your wrinkles show your age, and the time you spent teaching.

My life is full of pain but beyond clear sky with bright stars is what my journey is reaching.

So take the apple on the desk.

Im strapped with knowledge not a tech

You'll respect me.

But you'll never forget me so be mad Ms. teacher.




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