We are never punished for anything, And all the time we can dance and sing. We sit on desks and study on chairs , Anyone who'll see our school will stare. I love L.A, Science is ok. Math is a blast, Social Studies is the past. Homeroom is a bore, When you get hit by a door.
Lockers are cool, But they're in school.
In space, every circle, every star has its long story to tell. All we can hear is a long, deep silence. Eating cotton candy with their neat clothing. I turn to my left and see a poor family With rags to wear as clothes and No shoes. Their father tells them to keep Your head up and be strong Because God will Make a way for us.