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Walking down those new hallways,
Hey its Brissia's little brother,
Is what I hear always,
Is this my new name, oh brother.

I began to show up to class late
Then me and the teacher
Get into a debate
Giving me advice like she's a preacher.

The time in our life
Where we are overwhelmed with drama
I don't care what you did last night,
Save it for your mama
Go ahead talk about me,
It's your bad karma

Why do we have to discriminate?
Why can't we spread peace and end all hate?

Teachers once said I used to be bright,
I said alright,
I can show you I can be a delight,
Even despite,
I may go out every night.

You start to change,
May be drastic,
It may all range.
Sometime it's fantastic
People complain a lot,
And always say no fair why not.

So it's my junior year,
And sometimes ill look in the mirror,
And compare myself to my freshmen year.

I'm in class rhyming words
Trying to keep up with all these nerds

I wake up in the morning and watch ninja turtles
Then after school I start jumping hurdles

You begin to reminisce
Back on your past years
And remember that one special miss
And look for the future and think of all your new fears

Remembering your old friends,
That you knew in elementary
That always comprehends
Your life in this century,
And you are always the one that pretends,
Like nothing ever bad will happen, even if you go to a penitentiary





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Alex R. said...
Apr. 1, 2009 at 5:38 am
great!
 
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