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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