Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Public, Pt. 1, artist - J-Live. Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Song language: English
Brooklyn Public, Pt. 1 |
| It’s dedicated to |
| Bed-Stuy |
| It’s representing of |
| Brownsville |
| It’s representing of |
| Bushwick |
| It’s dedicated to |
| Fort Greene |
| A matter fact I hold |
| Brooklyn |
| Or better yet the whole |
| New York |
| Or better yet the whole |
| America |
| It’s going out to all |
| Worldwide |
| Welcome to Brooklyn Public |
| One of the hardest places to work |
| So please don’t apply |
| Unless you really love it |
| It’s nine to five or rather eight to three |
| It’s really five to nine, A to P |
| If it’s your job place nothing above it |
| You make more in other places |
| With higher property tax and less faces |
| But if that’s what you covet |
| You ought to ask yourself if this is where you want to be |
| To help you by I’ll try to paint a picture of it |
| One class, 31 students, 32 chairs, 25 desks |
| I guess they gotta share |
| 19 textbooks and most are missing pages |
| Junior high: three grades, but six different ages |
| Teaches and janitors double as deans |
| Deans double as security guards and crime scene investigators |
| Older teachers need respirators. |
| At elevators |
| The bad odors from the back stairs are made of |
| Gutter (garshavegas?) used condoms and puddles of piss |
| Try not to slip there in a fire drill |
| Every now and then a scandal might reach the paper |
| For every story, there’s thirty in the category |
| Hard work and progress are on display in the hallways |
| Demoralized and vandalized every day |
| Lessons cut short to prep for tests that only test how well you prep |
| Man, no wonder why the score’s a mess |
| Knuckle-heads begging for detention or suspension |
| Truthfully told, they really only crave attention |
| Some kids showing up unprepared and dirty |
| Cause their parents gotta punch in by seven thirty |
| Shit, some other parents seven thirty |
| They put the wrong kids on pills to be still |
| Fiending for refills |
| Principals with no principles |
| Priorities political |
| Pedagogical planning is pitiful |
| Low on tolerance, high on ridicule |
| Even the infirmary’s inhospitable |
| Assembly required |
| Metal detectors seeming unjust but inspired by shots fired |
| Terms like zero-tolerance and lock-down |
| Aging out, if you ask me, does not sound |
| Like education |
| But I suppose that’s a cause and effect' |
| When the city spends more on incarceration |
| Grown-up, roam the halls with me |
| So many characters |
| Some sweet some shifty |
| Some loud some quiet |
| Some trusting, some don’t buy it — don’t try it |
| Some’ll try to squash beef and some start riots |
| Some are motivated some are lazy |
| Some are geniuses some are crazy |
| The line between is hazy |
| Some’ll love you some’ll hate you |
| Some’ll need you some’ll spite you |
| Some are thankful, some are ungrateful |
| Yo, some are there and really care |
| About what’s being learned and taught |
| They fought through it when they got stuck |
| Some are there 'till the bell rings |
| Run through the day without thinking |
| Cause they really don’t give a fuck |
| Some’ll run some’ll fight |
| Some’ll tell, some might change the world |
| Some are early to the grave or jail |
| Some are so complicated, some are so simple |
| Some are students, some are teachers |
| Some are principals |
| Come upstairs, keep roaming the halls with me |
| Some many characters, some sweet some shifty |
| Like I said, some are complicated some are simple |
| Some are students, some are teachers |
| Some are principals |
| The littlest thugs walk like they are invincible |
| Comical, just look at little Dexter |
| Yo, he got the type of Napoleon complex to |
| Step in front of Devon, twice his size, just to get him vexed but |
| Devon’s a gentle giant |
| Thirteen, five foot eleven |
| His mom’s a nurse and his dad’s a reverend |
| Every now and then he gets irreverent… |