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That's Gangsta
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IP:
...Many thoughts float around in my Disgusting, yet Intelligent mind...
...Thoughts Of the math equation disturbed by visions of Ms.Johnson, oh so fine...
...Each Math problem i try and figure out, memories Pass through my mind...
...Tryin' To hold Together, Starin' at the clock, Fifteen minutes Till lunch time...
...Math, my worst subject, strugglin' knowin my average was forty five...
...Nine Bullets Subtracted by eight, i guarantee you pac would still be alive...
...Visions Blurry, mind faded,im beginnin to drift off, i easily fall asleep...
...awoken by "ingenius Mind" loud spoken answers, wtf's wrong with this geek...
...eyes red, my heads spinnin, ready to collapse, but forced to keep my eyes open...
...Dozing off, but awoken every time another answer is loudly spoken...
...In The Room Tappin Ms.Johnson...yeah, To bad its a wet dream...
...my Words were accidently spoken out, She would have my neck..so it seemed...
...but instead, she gave me some lead, a pad, and a quick note..it read...
...Decree Wun, Meet me infront of my desk at 3-to-one...
...we can watch the sunset rise, ive never seen one...
...better "fuck" next time, right now im teachin a class...
...*shook my head..read it again, hopin imma get up in dat ass*...
...Better "Luck" next time, right now im teachin a class...
...I sighed in disapointment, Woke Up miserably, lunch time at last...
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