Walk The Plank

I hate the bitches at my school, especially the niggas

Treated me so differently that I forgot myself

Treated me so differently that I forgot my

Mouth Vividly, systemically, I learned about myself

Critically acclaimed, like an author to a book, Cautiously exclaimed, like a pastor to

some kids Niggas used to ask me, Paulo, Santo, where's

your mouth

Brother used to tell me, don't you ever run your mouth

Hot-headed kids, skin fade Razor blades across the ground while we blade

Rolling up and down the street just like we played