Casualties of 4th Period Lyrics

Catch me in the library studying

Bloody prints all over the pages

Ran straight from grade eight

Where niggas sharpen their blades

If they see Southside niggas

Stroll leisurely to history

Caught me in the hallway

Six of em, with gritted teeth

Iverson Jerseys, Air Forces, and fitteds

Surrounded as I clutched

Captain Underpants in my gripped fist

Just a nerdy kid

Into professional wrestling

Legos, and Batman

Guess I should've prepped for this

First week here

I saw some girl get stabbed

Blood all over the stairway

Surrounded by laughter

Of preteens nonplussed

By death and tragedy

My real education

Started at the scene

Let that set the tone

The bottom of expensive Nikes

Crashing 'gainst my dome

In the halls during class

But I guess no one was home

I navigate the mess of legs and feet

Made it out, and ran like the

Ice Cream man was down the street

Didn't stop til I got to library

Lookin all tore down

Busted lip, imprints

Of air forces on my first down

Librarian too busy on eHarmony to notice

Adrenaline got me feeling like I'm floating

But, fuck…

I dropped my Captain Underpants book

And I know they got it.

Next period, I go to math class

And I spot it

This nigga dangles it in front of me

Chucks it in the trash

says dig it out, pussy

That's when I snapped

Blacked out

All I remember is swinging

Thinking about all the moments

That led to this, it was vicious

The bullies, the torment

Used condoms stuffed into my locker

Suicide notes started and never finished

My cries getting dismissed

All of it was coming out in each closed fist

colliding like asteroids against this nigga's face

When I came to

I saw the nigga terrified

With a scar from his eye to his chin

In a puddle of his piss, nigga