Paroles de Home School de K. Sparks, Paul Rivers Bailey

I grew up in a place called South Jamaica, Queens
Seen people get their papers done by enemies
Pit the scenery, nobody laughed
Black kids, white cats with black cats, y all do the math
Jamel, Jason and Billy, that was my crew
Used to go to ?? Johnson and junior high 22
Take the q, seven down, rock away boulevard
Should we take the course laid by the movie theatre
It was a junior high school boarder education
Public school, was a fool, way too busy being cool
You see in Queens in the '90s like the rap channel
Fame and ?? was the gang running things after
And naturally as a kid I tried to fit in
Cause affiliation could be your protection when you walking home
Set your claim, drag as that.

Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away
Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away

Hey yo, eat in school, the core, you see the strong blames
Telescoping the floor with focus on the wrong things
We're sneaking in, styling, get a gray vest
Risk teachers from Long Island just want their paychecks
So they come to say to underprivileged little brown kids
Donde homie, Angelina Jolie, and then they retire
We notice, throw us in the fire
We notice, no star wealthy, he must've been a dreamer
All I heard was God help me, I am not a femur
I kept walking then running then heart them shots dumping
They'll be fam memories, beat that boy like he stole something
All they got junk like a punk, now there's ?? on his head and his eyes all lump
And now his mother and my friend doing fantastic
She be from where my mama and the fake Jamaican accent

Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away
Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away

We were banging on the lunch table, be boxing in the hallways
That's the way we used to pass the time in the school days
In the pizzeria after school playing street fighter
169 and Guild side where kids are trying to street fight you
And I ain't had no, are you kidding? When these two kids
Saw motor running, jack it in the park while we were screaming
And one of them lift up his shirt, he shot a ninth star
The man told 'em put that thing away and shoot the fair one
For a man here gets yours and none of us jumping in
You lose, you walk away, you get to jack it if you win
What happened after is a beating like I've never seen
The mo kept whipping on him till we moved him off the stack of things
And years go by and violence ain't improving
That's why parents put their kids in private schools and home school 'em
And every other day's another shooter but we stuck here
Can't afford no private schools or home schooling, so

Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away
Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away

Somebody pray for me, don't know myself
Who I am today
Somebody pray for me
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away.


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