In the Morning

In the frosty winter morn',
chillin' with my homey,
freezing like an icicle,
brr! It's gettin' chilly.

Bus pulls up,
opens the door,
I walk on.
Oh! now it's warm.

Faces being lit up,
by their little iPhones.
Crazy little beings,
what are they thinking?

Talking without speaking,
having blank faces,
dumbing down society,
what will my momma think?

Rollin' through the hills, valleys, and beyond,
there's the school,
getting ready to learn,
another generation being born!

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