by De'Amonte

Why come to class?
If everyone says I have no future
I might as well nurture
The hood with my supplies

Let them see the pain in my eyes
Allow them to see the tears I've cried
From the empty bottles by my bed
My pops beating me in the head

All i know is fear
And how to throw back a pack a beer
So why am I in class
If i have no future here?

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