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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