The steps to the Pavement are not hard to retreat to
Cause when school is in session I gain somthing they cant Teach you
no Rocks no Keys
But like Clinton they try to impeach you
From the office of Hope some way they try to reach you
Take 10 steps to go back 20
My words flow to the sky but then it comes back to me
Igniting a Fire....but its not a flame that should fuse me
There are many Clouds so when it rains its so confusing
I cant even see who launches the attack
As I get blown from this coldesac....to a Dead END. they qoute on that
Im another number for their stats
Cuffs "CLICK CLACK" because it just clicked that I have to stay strapped
The hood got its own mafia and I'm not tryna get whacked
But there no way out I cant rap because I'm wack
Worlds on my back from my mom talking that
I should go to the track....to traffic that smack
I try to hint that I would rather not be reavealed to that
But reality Reveals to me that thats where it is AT
I could go to college to be educated in the books
But all I've been reading is court dates being Booked
constant Strain and Struggle
Pain and Scuffles in the mind
I dont know what to rebuttle
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