Moussa - grone Lyrics

What's that there?
A vision from the past
It's pity-the-fool Moussa in his middle school class
A thin, smooth skinned hand
Reaches in and
Pulls a book out of the desk
He cannonballs back into the chapter he was on
The teacher barks
"Put the book back where it was from"
That's a bittersweet one
To be looking back upon
Because I can't seem to read a damn book now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm
But anyway I digress
A disengaged 12 year-old with his head on the desk
Drumming his fingers and dreading the test
On the book he didn't read
I guess he'll just guess
Nobody takes a pre-teen serious
That's the shit that makes a pre-teen furious
I was ostracized and bi-curious
Back when I was known by name by librarians
Picked on until I started giving it back
Around this time
Started to get into rap
So I would write about life by the light of my phone
But everything I write feels wrong
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm grown
Now that I'm
Right about now
I'm writing about how
My life has turned out
Alright
In spite of my doubts
In spite of the droughts
In spite of those nights spent idle outside of my house
You know
What I was thinking if you've been there too
You know
They only say it gets better because it do
You don't
Get to see it get better if you don't see it through
Bro, so see it through, bro
Because
I was driving on the highway doing 90 and I let go of the wheel
When I was 17
Because I wouldn't be here if a stranger didn't ask me how I feel
(What's)
When I was 12
(Wrong?)
Because my freshman best friend's never ever coming back home
19? 20? I don't know
And I'm thankful that I got the chance to meet him
Thankful that I get the chance to miss him
Thankful that I get to get grown