MY FUCKING Literature TEACHER
Verse 1: Yo, my lit teacher, got me stressed, no rest, Assignments piled high, man, it’s a real test, Every word he throws, like a dagger in the dark, Sippin’ coffee, eyes red, lost my spark. He laughs at my struggles, says I can’t compete, But look at his face, man, that’s some bitter defeat, Dad left ‘cause he couldn’t stand the sight, Mom’s talkin’ adoption, can’t even sleep at night. Verse 2: He’s dishing out essays, like I’m supposed to care, While he’s drowning in his demons, gasping for air, I’m scribbling rhymes, while he’s stuck in his cage, Teaching all this literature, but can’t turn the page. Life’s a cruel teacher, lessons hard to embrace, He’s judging me, but man, look at his face, Can’t find beauty in words, when your heart’s so cold, In this game of survival, I’m breaking the mold.
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Verse 1: Yo, my lit teacher, got me stressed, no rest, Assignments piled high, man, it’s a real test, Every word he throws, like a dagger in the dark, Sippin’ coffee, eyes red, lost my spark. He laughs at my struggles, says I can’t compete, But look at his face, man, that’s some bitter defeat, Dad left ‘cause he couldn’t stand the sight, Mom’s talkin’ adoption, can’t even sleep at night. Verse 2: He’s dishing out essays, like I’m supposed to care, While he’s drowning in his demons, gasping for air, I’m scribbling rhymes, while he’s stuck in his cage, Teaching all this literature, but can’t turn the page. Life’s a cruel teacher, lessons hard to embrace, He’s judging me, but man, look at his face, Can’t find beauty in words, when your heart’s so cold, In this game of survival, I’m breaking the mold.
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