(Intro)
Class Is In Session.
But not for much longer.

(Verse 1)
Time is flying so fast, I just don’t comprehend it.
It’s like God has took me by the heels and just upended my life.
The first three years of higher learning flew right by,
and I don’t know if what I’m studying will help me to apply
to jobs that pay a salary, and not this bullshit hour wage.
I’m sick of working dead-end jobs, fuel is empty, check the gague
Running on the fumes, I’m trying to turn over a brand new page.
And without the support I have, I know I’d just succumb to rage.

(Hook)
Trapped inside a cage, thought I’d lost the key.
But all the good things in my life have set me free.
It’s like the only things I really need are good friends, and my girl.
And my family all behind my back, cuz they’re my whole damn world.
Uh, My parents told me that someday I’ll be what’s in my heart.
All it takes is lots of work, and some ambition just to start.
Yet I question what they’ve told me, what if it’s all not enough?
But nothing is worth having without risks, so I’ll be tough.

(Verse 2)
I keep on writing so I don’t go fucking crazy
Spitting dirt nasty flows, like it’s fucking 1980.
But wait, I don’t know what that’s like, cuz I was born in ’89.
My drug of choice is green, I stay far away from coke lines.
Take Soulja Boi and Lil’ B’s beat and make it mine.
Cuz neither did it justice when they had the chance, so I’ll refine
The lyrics, make it real, and not some bullshit ‘bout a milli.
Let alone two. You may got money, but you’re sounding silly
Yet I feel I’m….

(Hook)
Trapped inside a cage, thought I’d lost the key.
But all the good things in my life have set me free.
It’s like the only things I really need are good friends, and my girl.
And my family all behind my back, cuz they’re my whole damn world.
Uh, My parents told me that someday I’ll be what’s in my heart.
All it takes is lots of work, and some ambition just to start.
Yet I question what they’ve told me, what if it’s all not enough?
But nothing is worth having without risks, so I’ll be tough.

(Verse 3)
I’ve saved none of my earnings so I’m scared beyond my wits
The real world’s coming at me like Clay Matthews on a blitz.
And I hope that it won’t sting as much as that would when it hits.
It just makes me want to take this rhyming shit and call it quits.
Uh, but the words they all keep saying fuel my drive.
Got ambition like I’m Pac, so I’ma ride it till I die.
I don’t have much talent, but my heart is in my rhymes.
So I pray that I’m like Rudy, and I’ll get my chance to shine.
But for now I’m right here, roasting ounces of that lime.
Doing things that make me smile, cuz I don’t get to most the time.
Cut back on all the partying, got schoolwork on my fucking mind.
But I still take a moment just for trouble with the stubborn mime.
Along with all of Sky High Clique, smoking all your bud up quick.
If you bring your nugs to match, you better make sure that they stick.
But I can’t be smoking grass much longer, and I know it’s hard,
Cuz I’m freed from all the stresses everytime this green is charred.

(Hook)
Trapped inside a cage, thought I’d lost the key.
But all the good things in my life have set me free.
It’s like the only things I really need are good friends, and my girl.
And my family all behind my back, cuz they’re my whole damn world.
Uh, My parents told me that someday I’ll be what’s in my heart.
All it takes is lots of work, and some ambition just to start.
Yet I question what they’ve told me, what if it’s all not enough?
But nothing worth having is without risks, so I’ll be tough.

Yeah, Class In Session
Eske (yeah..)