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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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