Hoped on the track nothing to lack showing up late at this rate I’ll never rap at school I’m getting slapped It’s really

Hoped on the track nothing to lack showing up late at this rate I’ll never rap at school I’m getting slapped It’s really hard to adapt. I feel like I’m trapped in a never-ending spiral if I’m not rapping I’m getting called bad when I am rapping I’m getting thrown in the trash. I get jumped in the hallway on the way to class. Wish I could run it back. I’m always getting attacked. I feel like the prey always running away. Nothing to do but lose. Wish I could say more than that. Wish I could change the realistic thermostat. But everyone’s just worried all I get to do is be hurried this is a dirty life I’m just hopping for an after life