Back to School Intro

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?