[ Featuring
Sejahari Saukter-Villegas ]
Damn this is deja-vu
Homeroom, I'm back in school
Good morning, class, good morning, class, class
Its mourning time, good, 'cause in many hoods
Where clavicles caress many hoods
Metal detectors greet us before our teachers do
Class, its mourning time, because blood vessels burst more than gushers do
And sweet be the taste of survival, when peace just tastes like denial
What I mean is, every class must begin after twelve
So there won't be any more mourning, good
God wears a hood in this testament
Heaven be the hood in this testament
The first lesson is: class, you don't need a cap and gown to walk across the stage
All you need is a mind, a body, a pen, and a page (page, page)
Ayo, thats all good, but, how much you growin' the weed?
