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Ooh Maisha T, aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai
Education

They go in one way, they come out crazy
Peace preparatory school, emperors and conquerors
Pharaohs and followers
Goblins and monsterers
Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools
The bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots
The jail overcrowded, they emptied out the school
See the devil twitchin', ears itchin' from the truth
Strange fruit, cyanide, soufflé, and soup
It's tasty for a few and murder for the group
A dead-end street with a lemonade stand
Where is the sky in upside down land?
That question is hard if you can't see the stars
I'm really not sure, ask me tomorrow
I may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
Or both, but nah, son, I couldn't just chill
Everybody gigglin', that kid was gettin' killed
And I knew when I stood they would turn on me
And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep
So I did what I did and that's what it is
Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don't give a fick
Tell my mama and my kin and all of y'all and them, it's like this
Get free and stay sick
And that's it
An education

Peace parishioners, onlookers, and listeners
Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous
Kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners
Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous
Sent images of that family that got adopted
The president of some nonprofits is out of pocket
I heard the world ending is trendin', I tried to watch it
I focused on sinnin' when winnin' was not an option
The system we compete against is farm to table hand
Pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience
Encyclopedia, definition of greediness
Gluttony, please take heed of who you treaty with
Me, Freddie, Flaco, and Shot never forgot though
That Plymouth Rock landed on top of new Morocco
Couldn't see who was firin' shots, the shooter got low
And left a burnin' cross on the lawn just like a pothole
I may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
They sayin the six bands are higher for the flight
So I may be a hitman for hire for the night
If you're figurin' this man's maniacal, you're right
Bar codes on the wristband, it's not an oversight
They intentionally expand, probably to extradite
If you wanna play blind, just look straight into the light
The puppeteers playin' you for spite
And worldwide, what we're payin' is the price
And that's life
An education

Wooden leather buck talk
China white with cut talk
Kane train, a ho could never put me in a Slut Walk
Education, trap-onomics, narcotic plug talk
My hands was right back in the birds soon as they took the 'cuffs off
Gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga
It's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a nigga
My cousin beat me for a pack and I put the beam on a nigga
And I don't gotta finesse the plug because I Deebo that nigga
Used to be peace and O's, drop am opp like pop's stinky load
Last Friday hit by the pos, too dope in the commode
Got off the stove and slowed my role, I'm in the mosque now
But I'll still serve you a baked potato Bobby Johnson style
You ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed
Black mobster shit, I'm more Melvin Willams than Genevieve's
Them fist fights had me swappin' blood with my enemies
You ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin' in Little League
I may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
A million fuckin' dollars a year just won't suffice
Got a factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life
Cost of life, uh
We stay so high, that's why we can't come up
My credit score is zero, I'm still pullin' Ranges up
Them cash counters is counteractive
The paper cuts gas by a pump like when Dominque used to lace some up
I changed it up, I pray the streets don't take what's left of me
Drugs for the free, soul sold separately
Education

Dante Smith, Frederick Tipton, Otis Jackson, R.d. Burman, Tariq Trotter, Fredrick Tipton, Otis Lee Jr Jackson, R D Burman

The duration of Education is 4:22 minutes and seconds.