MR.JOHNSON

Yo, Mr. Johnson, thought you had the key, But your lessons fell flat, like a broken CD. Tried to teach me math, but you lost your flair, Gave me detention for breathing, life ain't fair. You said I'd never make it, guess you couldn't see, Now I'm spitting bars, living wild and free. You were stuck in your ways, like a cassette on rewind, While I'm out here grinding, leaving you behind. Claimed you were a scholar, but where's your degree? Got a desk full of papers, still can't find me. You said I’d be a failure, just a kid on the street, Now I’m dropping knowledge, can’t accept defeat. Thought you were the boss, but you lost your touch, Teaching me to doubt, man, you messed me up. So here’s a little lesson, take it to heart, In this game of life, I’m playing my part.