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What's that there?

A vision from the past

It's pity-the-fool Moussa in his middle school class

A thin, smooth skinned hand

Reaches in and

Pulls a book out of the desk

He cannonballs back into the chapter he was on

The teacher barks

"Put the book back where it was from"

That's a bittersweet one

To be looking back upon

Because I can't seem to read a damn book now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm

But anyway I digress

A disengaged 12 year-old with his head on the desk

Drumming his fingers and dreading the test

On the book he didn't read

I guess he'll just guess

Nobody takes a pre-teen serious

That's the shit that makes a pre-teen furious

I was ostracized and bi-curious

Back when I was known by name by librarians

Picked on until I started giving it back

Around this time

Started to get into rap

So I would write about life by the light of my phone

But everything I write feels wrong

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm grown

Now that I'm

Right about now

I'm writing about how

My life has turned out

Alright

In spite of my doubts

In spite of the droughts

In spite of those nights spent idle outside of my house

You know

What I was thinking if you've been there too

You know

They only say it gets better because it do

You don't

Get to see it get better if you don't see it through

Bro, so see it through, bro

Because

I was driving on the highway doing 90 and I let go of the wheel

When I was 17

Because I wouldn't be here if a stranger didn't ask me how I feel

(What's)

When I was 12

(Wrong?)

Because my freshman best friend's never ever coming back home

19? 20? I don't know

And I'm thankful that I got the chance to meet him

Thankful that I get the chance to miss him

Thankful that I get to get grown