EFIL, Da Poet - Society Killed The Teenager lyrics

The worst thing to call somebody is crazy
It's dismissive
I don't understand this person so
Their crazy that's bullshit
These people are not crazy
They strong people
Maybe their environment is a little sick

In what way can a kid like me survive in
A society that don't think im good enough?

Momma says im a burn out if I
Don't know then bet I learn now
I swerve and bounce to the houses of hoes
That had once would turn me down
A lot don't changed
First was honor now it's execution
I ain't no role model realize
I got my own problems and Raph
He his own man so stop looking
To me to guide him
That's my bro but I got too much
To lose in me seeing county
That stress is unhealthy so with
Negativity miss me later
Rise and grind cause I don't want
To dream about getting paper
Or go broke for the look of
Luxury spending to get involved
With those who write unwritten laws where
Each sentence should end in pause
Answer to no one
Since a kid mentally challenged
Spitting crack, you just cough powder like
The cinnamon challenge
I fear no man, just his talents
My will is good like my army offers salvation
Get high cause im a low life with no balance
And cause I fought alone until I brought it
Home so I urge you to listen
But don't try to read me just
Agree to my terms and conditions

And they say im a blemish
On society in it's entirety
I'm a weed smoking tyrant
Give a fuck who likes it cause see
If I was given a chance I might gave
One fit the image or be rejected
Never could adjust to being accepted

I'm from a class where you can't
Afford not to pay attention
Cause students stick you with lead
Pencil's if the paper's mentioned
Then your sent to detention in death's
Office for making a late impression
School of hard knocks, take a lesson
Check your text books again
Cause it'll take a weapon to
Play defensive against a
Professor that took a pen
And made a profession so take a suggestion
I've felt enough loss to call bluffs
So ball up and brawl
Cause all the death threats are brushed off
I ain't much for the tough talk
But my soul burns with enough heart
To load toasters over croutons
My crew stomps over the cash
So if your man's blowing it fast
They'll scold him and laugh
While scoping his stash
Then wait for him to go to the back
Choke his ass
Lean his shit back and fold him
In half like a futon
So you can run and tell all
That if we smashing now
To keep in mind that I can crack the
Ground with hell balled in my 2 palms
So when the battle happens
Come catch your man's in action
Against these skinny jean pants
Sagging, sandal snapping, random faggets
That can't handle a vandal rapping no shame
Claiming their toast bang but wouldn't blow
Flames to a candle waxing
Your hammer blasting with no nails
I'll snatch up your coattail
Then beat you in the face
With the handle strap i'd gladly blast
A machine spitting battery acid
My chest plate pumps carhartt
Without a flannel jacket
They can't stand a bastard
That keeps quiet, claiming
Their street fighters
Getting Balrog all wrong with the wrong one
I brawl wild, so somebody call Guile and
Tell Jean Claude that
I'm all for the Van Damming action
Packing a hand-cannon
Ill blam your face until you
Can't manage standing straight
I'm diabolical thanks to
Biological family trait's
But, I don't have haters
Just a bunch of fucking
Cowards that can't relate