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lirik lagu k. sparks - home school

mi amor

[verse 1: k. sparks]
i grew up in the place called south jamaica, queens
so it seems, people get the paper, dog, by any means
peep the scenery, n0body laugh
black kids, white cops, and black guns; y’all do the math
jamel, jason, and billy; that was my crew
used to go to lyndon b johnson in jr. high, 22
take the q7 down rockaway boulevard
till we get to cross away by the movie theater
that was our jr. high school board of education
public school was a fool, we too busy being cool
it seem queens in the 90s like the rapture
help ya fam and now that fam was the gang running things after
and naturally as a kid i try to fit in
cause affiliation could be a protection when you’re walking home
set you claim?

[hook]
somebody pray for me don’t know myself who i am today
somebody pray for me, i’ll spread my wings and i’ll fly away
somebody pray for me don’t know myself who i am today
somebody pray for me, i’ll spread my wings and i’ll fly away

[verse 2: k. sparks]
hey yo, eating school lunch, we’re poor, you see this drum brings
telescope and the flow with focus on the wrong things
yah sneakers is in style and you get a grave-s
rich teachers from long island, they just want pay checks
and so they come to see the underprivileged little brown kids
don’t they homie, they’re angelina jolie
and then they retire, mhm, we notice, throw us in the fire, mhm
we notice, yo style wealthy, you must have been a dreamer
and all i heard was “god help me!” i am not fema
i kept walking and running and heard them shot dumping
there’ll be fam members beat that boy like he stole something
marlon got jumped like a punk and now there’s bruises on his head
and his eyes all lump
and now his mother at my front door, “fantastic!”
she beefin’ with my mama in a fake jamaican accent

[verse 3: paul rivers bailey]
we were bangin on the lunch table, beat boxing in the hall ways
that’s the way we used to p-ss the time in the school days
in the pizzeria after school playing street fighter, 169th and hillside
where the kids’ll try to street fight you
and i ain’t have no hadoken when these two kids
stole moe out his jacket in the park while we was hoopin
and one of them lift up his shirt, “he’s got a knife son!”
the man told them, “put that thing away and shoot the fair one
my man here against yours and none of us is jumping in
you lose and walk away, you get the jacket if you win”
what happened after is a being like i never seen
and moe kept whipping on him, till we pulled him off to stop the thing
and years go by and violence ain’t improving
that’s why parents their kids in private schools and home school ’em
and every other day’s another shooting, but we stuck
and can’t afford no private school or home schooling, so

- lirik lagu k sparks

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