This yo momma's verse....pz
Even though people surrounded me when I roam,
Some how I was alone in my own desolate zone,
Enclosed in kids sporting uniforms akin to clones,
I was like the pimple people politely looked past,
Every time I crossed them they grew stiff like a mast,
In class I began to fail fast, tests like an obstacle I couldn’t pass,
No matter my effort the only A’s I got were absent,
For absence advent every of week that I went, - to
School so I gave up, as my presence was looked through,
I thought the crushing mute was over when my boy Stu,
Come through on a bike we was fixing up,
But my calls fell on deaf ears; I was luck – less,
He threw over the bike bellowing ‘fuck this!’,
His face undecorated, lacking emotion,
His hands disconcert, sweat pooling, fingers open,
I reached out but he withdrew looking up,
Crying ‘Kid I miss you… but what the fuck…’
I carried on home hoping mum had picked up,
She been down a lot, depressed, stressed,
She wasn’t at her best, kept forgetting to dress,
Looking a mess, she must a knew I failed the tests,
She looked right through me at an old pic,
Of me, Back when I was ‘good’ in spring 93,
She couldn’t stand me, telling me to sit,
My pops was pacing whilst his teeth would grit,
The tension was suffocating so I vacated,
Thinking of school and how im gunna change it,
Cause I couldn’t take it, being this hated….
So I walked down the street when my eyes,
Fell shy upon my girl cuddling some other guy,
I couldn’t maintain scream who, what and why,
I called out to her jumping flowers on the Island,
Wrapped to the traffic cones and potted in polystyrene,
When a car came screaming down the road,
As it approached it ripped right through me,
As I was left standing I realised rapidly.....
…This was the second time this week this shit had happened to me…
Topic: sixth sense
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