maybe I'm a fool
for thinking I'd be cool
going to school morning ntill noon
getting up before the new moon
treaking past the scarey lagoon
I wasn't born in a silver spoon!

I had to work hard
dig up sand on Sunday morning
didn't care whether the rain was pouring
I toiled and mioled ntill I was crawling
my shorts tore and bones send warning
warning to break if I keep performing

Monday came and I had to gain
to relief me from the Sunday pain,
I took pills to kill this pain
after the cocaine settled in my brain
I took my books once again
hoping that soon I won't go insane
and my hard work won't go down the drain


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