Your Future's In Your Hands!

he  fights like a brawler

instead of finding discipline 

he has cops called on em...

she lays hair like a duck's back

instead of finding school 

at 17 she holds 2 babies heads back...

they're minds are like maticians

sit in class and sleep

but they out late like street magicians...

dont be the bully, baby mama, or the dope boy...

take a look at your tools and make em work for ya!

 

 

 

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