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When I was just a little kid in school My teacher treated me like a fool He had this crazy rule To follow the study with our finger we must Or all hell will bust Didn't work for me, for I was in a dream Wasn't one of roses and a garden Nor the sunlight and it's beam Was more of a long scary night Where the young are filled with fright I can't, but I must awake For I know what will be my fate There it is like a bullet to my head my heart stopped for just a tad As I hear that monster call my name This will not be a moment of fame Like to the slaughter house, I take my steps forward My ears are ringing because of that lion that just roared At this point my eyes can't see For all eyes are now on me My heart is in pain my throat's in a knot Feels like my body is bleeding and my face is getting hot Now on his lap with my face down As he's playing with my **** as if I'm a girl in a gown How clearly I remember the smell of his smoke Rubbing back and forth with a gentle stroke; Oh lord now the beating has begun Please please just let me be a kid and have fun Because I prefer if he used a gun While dreams are meant for nights, it happened every day I wanted to, but couldn't get away As he was having fun using his stick It just built my skin bullet thick I came to school so I could grow right But for me it remained a very long night....
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
De-educated
When I was just a little kid in school My teacher treated me like a fool He had this crazy rule To follow the study with our finger we must Or all hell will bust Didn't work for me, for I was in a dream Wasn't one of roses and a garden Nor the sunlight and it's beam Was more of a long scary night Where the young are filled with fright I can't, but I must awake For I know what will be my fate There it is like a bullet to my head my heart stopped for just a tad As I hear that monster call my name This will not be a moment of fame Like to the slaughter house, I take my steps forward My ears are ringing because of that lion that just roared At this point my eyes can't see For all eyes are now on me My heart is in pain my throat's in a knot Feels like my body is bleeding and my face is getting hot Now on his lap with my face down As he's playing with my **** as if I'm a girl in a gown How clearly I remember the smell of his smoke Rubbing back and forth with a gentle stroke; Oh lord now the beating has begun Please please just let me be a kid and have fun Because I prefer if he used a gun While dreams are meant for nights, it happened every day I wanted to, but couldn't get away As he was having fun using his stick It just built my skin bullet thick I came to school so I could grow right But for me it remained a very long night....
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
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