| Man this is deja vu
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| Homeroom, I’m back in school
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| Good morning, class, good morning, class, class
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| Its mourning time, good, 'cause in many hoods
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| Where clavicles caress many hoods
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| Metal detectors greet us before our teachers do
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| Class, its mourning time, because blood vessels burst more than gushers do
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| And sweet be the taste of survival, when peace just tastes like denial
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| What I mean is, every class must begin after twelve
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| So there won’t be any more mourning, good
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| God wears a hood in this testament
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| Heaven be the hood in this testament
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| The first lesson is: class, you don’t need a cap and gown to walk across the
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| stage
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| All you need is a mind, a body, a pen, and a page (Page, page)
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| Ayo, thats all good, but, how much you growin' the weed? |