come on school the suicide rate is at an all time high find a fix or lose a life my weapons are flows Test me, I'm wrecking ya nose In this medley I'm letting them know They can't stand the abuse Enemies left in the road Dead when they getting too close Can't stand in my shoes Leave your feet bandaged and bruised Like I just kept stepping on toes Till there ain't nothing left to the bones Like hammers would do Try me. I'm handy with tools and it's fucked up what you did to the school. leaving kids with depression and anxiety. and that's where I would be if I didn't search for a cure in the church