Grow up

I used to think fuckin' up was cool.
Loved ditchin' class,
Didn't pass high school.
My Mamma always said,
easier to keep up than catch up.
Come to think about it,
all I did was mess up.
You know, broken pencil,
late for class ,spilt ketchup.
Roll the hood and bounce the streets.
Get drunk and just shoplift.
P.E. class, they dressin' kit,
whilst I'm just reving my ride, bullshit.
Thinkin' I'm runnin' the block own the streets.
Gave up that life, thinkin' I could rap on beats.
Found it came natrual, flow like rain on sheets.
Writin' my feelin', killin' all hidden lies about dealin'.
Message from the heart, isn't about maths and spellin'.
As long as you're off the streets, and not killin',
then you're all good in the hood.
Peace.
Just grow up.