Crazy High
You walk through the front doors,
The first day if school.
Everyone trapped inside their cliques
Trying hard to be cool.
Shirts, pants and shoes of every color
Your style helps you express.
Getting stuffed into lockers
Hating on the way you dress.
Jocks in school jackets;
They think they rule the halls.
A smart kid is trapped in the corner
Tryna dodge their balls.
Girls crowded in the bathrooms;
Combing,brushing,curling their hair.
Suffacating from the envy
'Cause the other girls care.
Sex and drugs
Peer pressure says "Do it!"
And you want to have friends
Instead of saying "Screw it!"
You fear a lot of homework
With the pressure to pass.
The first bell of the year rings,
Now its time to go to class
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