school


Sitting now at the back of the class
Waiting for someone to be the last
One to have the failing grade
I know it’ll be a masquerade

No take it back it’ll be death
Everyone take your last breath
F F on your report card
We know your mom will take it hard

“No no how could you
Disrespect someone like you
What college will you go to now?”
It’s like being stuck in a building with no way out

“Come on come on pick up that score”
You know I can’t my grades no more
Until oh wait there’s one more thing
This is only semester three

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