You don't think I have all this anger and aggression
As a kid I've only been taught suppression
You wonder why I speak with a stutter, guessin
They tell me to sit down shut up and learn my lesson.
I have anger in my sneakers metal music fills my speakers I have more rhyme and Rhythm than the rest of these tweakers, they wouldn't know the classroom from football bleachers.
So I sit with my time I write down and rhyme while the rest of my classmates are getting caught with crime I go home and have to deal with my parents doing chores lifting up grime but I'm awake the next day back at that grind,
I suffer all day and all night it ain't right I say these Rhymes out of spite at home no dinner no good night one of these days imma take off in flight.