Smoking cigarettes and *** right outside of the school
And the kids out at play think that I look so cool
They all want to join, so I selflessly share
Maybe I'm ****** up or perhaps I don't care
But our clouds of smoke fade away in the air

I sit by the church and throw bricks at their signs
I wreck through their doors and inflict my design
Spray paint the truth, covering all the walls
Leaving my mark in every one of its halls
As the echoes ring out from my honest calls