I hear footsteps, afoot is my next class where I best last
Jet lag, I'm tired of the fires that are set past my path
Pathetic writing is on the bathroom wall
The staff rooms are small like all of the classrooms when I hear them calling our names
I blame the ceiling lights, they say appealing are the fights
Where I see students showing imprudence with all of their rudeness
Aloofness is the roof that I'm under
My mother calls my phone
She says her bones are prone to zones that are shown to clone her energy
The devil is dead to me
I blocked her last night
But was it right?
I past the lunch table where a bunch of fables were spit
My kit is pits of knowledge where solace is king
They say I'm solid when I sing
Your flow is liquid, profane rhymes
There's gas in the pipes
There's bad advice that I can hear them speak
Bleak attentions seekers who had came and they met they reapers
I can let you feature if your a speaker
To preach and teach these creatures how to be generous
I never miss the tricks that the magicians say
My mission is to take a foot forward
Hard to call those bad steps
Never a bad rep in past tense
Sad events; that's the usual, this school is delusional
And suitable, you know that's an absent word
The floor is hard like my life
And no remarks were right of which I've ever heard
They never learn, Im earning strips and burning through these heights
I see the exit but it's not 1:30 yet
Students won those dirty debts then earned agress
I heard success is power and time is money
My rhymes are my hunny
I take them in, then out of the rooms where doom is essential
Potential is student to teacher
Improvement, that is the procedure
I'm a believer that all these hallways
They're calling my name
Now take me back to class man
I'm just tryna learn and earn the rest of my life
And beneath these methodists, you know I'm their benefit
Degenerates with pencils in their hands
I was just a man with grand visions tryna band divisions
In these hallways
Pick em up man