topical about bein an outcast in school against angel

PICTURE ME DYIN n SITTIN UP CRYIN I'm PACKIN MY BAGS for the last time that i'll be PASSIN DEZ FAGS I fail to go through da HALLZ DAT I TAME they torment me, and CALL ME DEZ NAMES is it cause I look differnt, but PROLLY DA SAME? I don't talk or have friends and they think I'm OFFLY INSANE, UNRIGHTLY DEZ PEERS SICK they pick on me as I CRY N MY TEARS DRIP/

what I'm sayin you can LIKE IT OR NOT if I snap, dis RIFLE A POP but my LIFE IN DIS BOX is not crayon like, cuz it ain't VIVID N FULL OF COLORS as I SIT IN DIS POOL OF TROUBLES at night I LIE IN MY BED WRITTIN WIT LEAD thinken about TIMES IN MY HEAD when I didn't get PICKED ON OR BEATIN UP it's SICK DAWG N EATIN UP my INSIDES DYIN FA REAL and IN TIME TRYINA KILL as I sit n my TEARS N MY PAIN LEAK and all everyone HEARS IS THE SAME BEEF/

from HEAR I'M SITTIN I can tell they FEAR WHATS DIFFERENT so they beat n mangle my spirit try to BREAK ME DOWN I wanna load up and watch em TAKE DIS ROUND like fuck you I ain't PLAYIN NOW!!! so I strap up my GATS N ASICS I got TEARS-LOOK as I grab da YEAR-BOOK and MAP THERE FACES put X'S FOR DA ONES DAT'LL I'LL TAKE my HAWKS-N-POWDER got me feellin dis GODLY-POWER theres nottin LEFT BUT DA GUNS N DA HATE/



just a drop and a topic I was givin