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My head is in the book
But go a head and look
School is a joke
Kids are blowing smoke
If I want an education
I have to rely on my self
There's nothing here for us
Except a book from the shelf.
Who do you think you are? God?! To have orchestrated this disaster, this holocaust of the innocent people. Their cries are your trumpets, their barely beating hearts are your drums, their wails harmonize on your favorite note.
I'll snatch you from the ice box
I'll put you on my tongue
I'll want you get stuck
And curse out a lung
The pain is unbearable
A band-aid won't fix
I'm afraid I'll rip my tongue out
But then again, I'm only six
I'll leave them everywhere so everyone knows where I've been. I'll be famous. My print on the earth will be so great, you'll see it from space. And you'll greet me there, a celestial being, in the sky, where I'll continue to leave my foot prints in the clouds.
It's that time again, where it's fresh and crisp. The weather is gorgeous on my skin and in my hair. I'm free of sweat and shivers, like a flu. But its too short.