Called me an *** kissing, fast class miscreant, I beat his *** now they found me mistreating him?, what about me, taking heat in these judgemental days, I got sprayed, so I strayed, with the homies I played, we played games getting famed off those rap battles, got tackled, but found my shackles, now we're in a close battle, but when we scratch, I get detached and stop my raps, leave them fools to bruise and now they popping caps, and I'm not strapped, so I'm back scrapping square one, cause after that, I'm cracked and I'm the only one, Impending suspension sentence is done, back in class, he judged my status, harassing, but did I **** his ***? No I didn't, I never went in when they hitting turned to blasting clients, remember Mama's spoken word, "Violence ends with silence", so with that knowledge, I retreat with those preached goods, turn your cheek beyond the hood, things go as they should, hood can really paint a picture as a prime example, in fact it's ample when you think all things, you can handle.