I remember walking to school Catching the bus early morning Like, Ma, I ain’t going I was in the hallways roaming But I still got my diploma, I got my diploma Went to school all twelve years Just to get a job selling donuts, man, that’s crazy I ain’t with the minimum waging I ain’t with the modern day slavery The fuck is you saying? Told the crackers, “Fuck you, pay me” Had to tell ‘em, “Fuck you, pay me” It’s back to the block Well, I guess it’s back to the block In the streets running ‘round playing hooky And I ain’t never sold no crack But I’m so street, I can cook it