Dropout
Dropout
How's that working out for you, dropout?
Don't you wish you held on longer, copout?
Walked the streets to school on a foggy February day, lockdown.
Shots all around, people screaming out, knockdown.
Where were you, dropout?
Have some drugs to sell? People to kill? Bounced out.
Don't act like you've been there. No crown.
I stand proud with my diploma. Bow down...
Dropout.
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