I'm tryin' to do what I can
to graduate, that's my plan.
When I didn't graduate, I was a disgrace.
When I get my diploma, I'll shove it in their face and tell them I'm gone.
I'm tired of people telling me that I'm dumb,
I'm tired of ny sister getting on my case,
telling me that I can't go no place,
telling me that I can't know no face that she
doesn't know, the only other place I've seen
besides school is home.
Layin' on my bed and talking on the phone,
nothing I say is ryhmin'
but I don't care I'll just keep tryin'
so that I could have a grade.
Images of the future are starting to fade
What do I have to do to suceed in this world?
Do I have to scream with half a lung?
And when I get the chance I'll grab it, Thaddeus run.
