| "Back in the Day (incomplete)" | |
| [Marked Soldier] in seventh grade i never made and impression not even half of my stress was based on academic things, i had the tension cuz i didn't like the way things worked, it just hurt too much to go to school every day and get laughed at by jerks who did half assed work, and passed with c's while i was failin' no one saw the correlation between my stress and my depression or made it any better by prescribin' me drugs, only my parents gave me hugs, i never knew i was a thug i always thought it would be cool to be stupid the only kids that i was cool with weren't ruthless or competitive in any way, shape, or form. i was the only fuckin freak in a sea of a hundred norms but then i started realizing i wasn't a loser in my junior year now i'm a microphone abuser, i'm 'cooler' than most people here i see it clearly now that i've got self esteem it's fashionable to be a scrub, but i'm the only one who knows what it means | |