Back
in high school
Everyone was trying to prove
They were better
Vowing not to give up their groove
It seems you must quit
If not, your life will pass you by
Girls don’t dig that
There is no free ride
I know how to learn
I don’t need your consultation
I respect you
But I’ve got no use for dictation
Music is forever
Ideas burned into my brain
Pointing to truth
Even though it causes me pain
I’m reasoning
I’m not preaching
My walk is written
For life I reach
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