Prearranged life,
Rearranged planet,
Same old problems,
But Brand new damaged,
See They tell us to ignore our surroundings and--
Focus on school,
Claiming that that ghetto sh** them no good crooks pullin ona corner is not cool,
How am I supposed to ignore the inevitable g,
That crooked, cop k**in a** crazy crack baby could easily be me,
Please please! I dare you to tell me I'm wrong,
See as of right now I'm in school getting grades like A's B's and C's,
But PEEP! Let that sh** drop to a D or a F,
That not only gon label me a statistic, they gon tat that sh** on my chest....
As I go through a easy transition of chasing a dream --?to chasing a check,
See I sit at home,
Con-tem-plating and Con-tem-plating on--
What to do next i....
Y'all n***as not listening
(Next song n***a..)