did i ever imagine i would be a rapper? nah
but i never really did have any passions at all
except sports which of course did crash and fall
and a loner at the party I always crash the ball
i dream of bein big but not for cash at all
haters wanna laugh but i'm standin tall
hands got a ball point pen
that I keep so when
i'm sick i can rhyme on the bathroom stalls
my homes a 6 room flat
wasn't enough room for all the shit I had
back at the real home
301, but I can't linger on the past
cuz my homies still there and the memories last
i'm progressin
wished I aced tests, but stressin
is something that I hate, this is a confession
teachers say potential and success is all mental
but mentally i'm gone when i'm sleepin in the lessons
presently time is of the essence
cuz I wanna be a king not a cubicle peasant
"study hard son", and "party hard, bro"
are the choices I have like i'm drawin cards so
i'm scared shitless for college
long list of knowledge
to get in the best of schools
in that selection pool
but if you're broke then you're worthless
cuz the rich go the furthest
don't meana snitch, but thats absurd shit
oh you haven't heard?
politician babies who can't even speak a word
have a place where daddy wants 'em, harvard, oxford
white alcoholic teens not payin a dollar?
it's not an honor,
it's all rigged and set up
but don't worry about them man, go 'n get your head up
just wait for one day when we're all so fed up
and we tell the people at the top that
we will never let up
but for now i'm producer extraordinare
little boy rapper, who came from where?
pumpin plenty tracks, crafted with care
kmizze classics, blast through the air