School stuff
I'm up, run amuck
on the streets in ma sneaks
while they preach and they teach
close the door and ignore
and they bore me to pieces
no recess or trees as
they read and i bleed
from the head and i drool
on the desk what a mess
i confess can't control
when i nod during role
call and prop my eyes open
till my head hits the wooden
topped table and wakes me up
able to listen and rupt-
ture from too much explaining
it's you that they're draining
now i'm through complaining
and have go finding my
sneaks for the streets
