P.T.P

(Verse)

Preposterous conclusions
My mind's perusing through gritted teeth
How can I love the law when law ain't once respected me?
I took a peek into the inner seams
History books of evil schemes
No wonder why my self esteem started so low, so low
Lower than the dirt beneath a boot
I never felt it leave my neck
How the fuck am I supposed to swallow truth with a broken tooth?
Checking my ego
I gotta graduate for ma dukes and see my brother free though
No buts, if, and's, maybe's, or what the fucks'
I walked to school today right through them blocks that got shot up
Just like a soldier on patrol in battlefields
This post-traumatic paranoia got me ready to kill before the bell rings

(Mykele Deville are you present? Please repeat the lesson
Don't be a space cadet you'll fail the standardized testing
Why are you crying? Whatcha need?
I got no time to babysit so please don't make a scene
See me after class....)

I took a pass and rushed passed him in a hurry, scurried
Straight to the bathroom to vomit out my nervous worries
Collapsing in that corner stall
Praying to myself, feeling it echo off the wall, because:

Chorus:

My mother
The Teacher
My brother
The preacher
They ain't really understand when I told them
My mother
The Teacher
My brother
The preacher
They ain't really understand

(repeat x1)

Verse:

Am I a target? Brown skinned marked, deadly barrages
Threaten my body, searching for tripwire sabotage
Cause it ain't hardly how it seems
I'm swatting at the vultures spinning circles in my dreams
Until I wake, to tempt fate and scrape the crossbones from plate
The cryptic signs in the mundane compound the pain
Why am I shaking, what's it mean?
I'm talking to myself and no one even heard a thing, in fact: