Don't Burn the Fries
Conscience
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Now I'm in the back of the room writing raps to a tune
While my teacher was talking about the president
She stopped for a sec, put her hand on my desk
And she picked up my pen and pad and shredded it
Then she said that my rhymes are a giant waste of time
That I need to get a grip on what's ahead of me
Told me not to burn the fries when working that nine to five
No lie, that's what she said to me
And every day on, she would give me dirty looks
If I wrote or if I draw, rip it out the binder hooks
Told me, read along, I'm like"What page we on?"
Try to call my mom, but her phone's off
And she ain't ever wonder why, always think I told a lie
Wrote the whole class letters before we left for summertime
Calling everyone up by their name, but never muttered mine
Later slid it underside to me, it went something like"Roger, you are so smart
Why you try to hide it?
Every time I grade something you've written, I really like it
But you always want to slack off, never turn in assignments
What is going on with you?
You need to use your mind if you want to go far
In life, you got to care
Stop pretending like you don't
I'm not gonna be there to tell you this when you're grown, so hope I made it clear
Cause now you're on your own
Good luck next year""Good luck next year"
So, after high school, I did nothing but writing rhymes
I just turned 22, jumping in and out of jobs
Tryna help pay the rent, still living up out my Mom's
But pops don't like that, like"Boy, you get gone!
I'm sick of this bullshit
You get a job, then lose it
I bet it's got to do with this little fucking music thing you got going
Like, when is the towel thrown in?
You ain't making no money, it's best that you get going!"
Thinking to myself, like he's got a point, Roger
Join the military, it would impress your father
Maybe go to college, said you would since a toddler
Pondering the shit grabbing clothes up out to washer
Couple weeks pass, and I got my bags packed
Moving in with a girl I just met a tad back
Momma walked in like"Dad and I had a chat
Let me talk to you for a minute. It's just that
Roger, you are so smart, why you try to hide it?
Every time I read something you've written I really like it
But you always want to slack off, why don't you got a job yet?
What is going on with you?
You need to use your mind if you want to go far
In life, you got to care
Stop pretending like you don't
I'm not gonna be there to tell you this when you're grown, so hope I made it clear
Cause now you're on your own, good luck next year
Good luck next year
I just got a house, three bedrooms in it
Bout to make a hundred thou, plan to raise kids with it
Couple hundred texts like"Yes you did it! I'm so fucking proud!"
Thanks, who is this?
No better feeling than living off what had
Been told me was a joke, now all I can do is laugh
And no hard feelings to former teachers or parents
But I'ma do it so different when I become a dad, like"Baby you are so smart, never try to hide it
If you gon' believe in something, sweetie, I'm right behind it
But don't ever try to slack off, finish all your assignments
What is going on with you now, will shape your mind
Oh I know you'll go far in life, no doubt there
Won't pretend like you won't, but I'm not going to be there
To tell you this when you're grown, so hope I made it clear
You'll never be on your own
Good luck, I'm right here.