Walking down the hall,
Walking down the hall,
I hear things that make me stall,
Kids saying things like they have no sense all.
Where has this thing called classy gone?!
Do you wanna hear the conclusion I have drawn?!
People get so blinded by others opinions,
but don't understand that they are no mans minion.
Every man is his own person , no matter what age,
But act as if they are someone's puppet on a stage.
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