Class

[Intro]
That’s better
[?] fucking will the knobs and shit

[Verse 1: Curly Castro]
From bazooka to bullet to Shia La Tooth
Big [?] smoke you out on the hunt for that loot
Searching for Jerry Garcia if you ever need proof
[?] not fuck with no loosey Charlie Brown stayed aloof
Buckshot, BDI, Budda Black in the mood
Mugsy court buckshot and be more out the womb
KRS and Snoop and nailgun and a bucket of lye
Baltimore more D lead you to the black dunes
Monsters boogie overnight
Honey dipping in Gotham
MLK abbreviated cause the white man shot him
Curly dough buy lift the sweats yo
Yo do we have problems?
Bullet rain comes next from a third or forth childhood
Funks flexеd unchecked [?] Shakur
Nas was catching mad threats soon thеy kicked in the door
Shark bite or sub text, was a Cuban link war
[?] LA just to settle the score
Fast forward ASAP and you’ll find one of four
When you’re gone in under sixty without a scratch Eleanor

[Interlude]
Back to the lecture at hand

[Verse 2]
I was shooting for the stars before I knew how to jump
So today we measure starlight by the eyelash
Blanketed bulbs bloom in the darkness for the fist bump
Before I move to the fortress of solitude
I never caught what you were tossing
Cause often I see the growth of sunflowers sprouting towards the sunbeams
For this one hour let’s want the same thing
I’m open to the public
Every subject is a ladder rung to be conquered
The autopilot no longer holds the clout to sponsor
We won’t fall for standins
Bumping shoulders like you wanted to talk
But silence holds it’s tongue
Cause either you walk the walk or limp home where I’m from
I’m just a beatnik in search for a guitar to strum
Divine grinding of my gears so my ears can manage
I can hear a snowflake flutter
Sitting, sipping a brandy in front a fireplace
So every step I take reverberates
But ripples for light years in your dreamscapes for Pete’s sake

[Interlude]
We should examine
We should examine the group which we’ve been emulating

[Verse 3]
We don’t cry at videos of rappers dying young
Fear and grief were the first feelings survival numbs
Unlike the instinct telling you the phrase “be safe”
It’s either a sign of love or advising you buy a gun
Or both at once
For some it’s raw affection
The martyrs blessings personify these walking weapons
Offerings to the fallen scattered along the benches
In places where self defense could catch you a harsher sentence
Unless you’re the pastier color this country protects
The paler shade of militia pumping under your vest
There’s no impartial juries when the judge is depressed
Can’t keep an eye on the prize knowing your number is next
When the short terms the farthest you can see
You’re forced to choose between a dollar and a degree
What I wish I could say at the front of the class
While students watch footage of kids catching slugs in their backs

[Outro]
It’s time you start being responsible for your own existence
Instead of doing everything in your power to fail because it is easier
Easier