Most of my childhood was in a daycare
My Grandma had two jobs so I always had to stay there
But that was only kinder, then I moved to first grade
The teacher was sour, like unsweetened lemonade
She was very old but she we never really got along
When she asked me a question I would look away and wouldn't respond
But then the end of the year came and I thought I was free
But then came second, I wondered how could this be
I had to go through all this grades until I turn eighteen
Then comes college, I had to work like a machine
So then I started second, the teacher wasn't any better
All I had to do was practice writing letters
It wasn't that bad until I got to third
Thats when bullying started happening, my tears were never heard
I had to find a way to fight back, so I can survive
So I decided to man up, and leave my hatred all behind
But I still wanted to rampage, throw a fury of fists
To anybody that was written on my list
So I had a fight with this kid who was the main reason
Why I cried every night, But soon he was beaten
I got kicked out of that school so then I went to fourth
It started coming to me now, all I had to do was keep going north
I still hated school, never really made any friends
Even if I tried to make some, all it was was a dead end
But then came 5th, where things actually started to change
I made friends, But why so late in life? I found this part strange
Now I passed 6th, this was probably my best year
Where I had plenty of adventures, overcoming many fears
This is probably the gayest rap I ever made
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