Sitting in this classroom
Staring at the vast room
I take a step back
To examine all the facts
The kid next to me has cuts on his wrists
I guess that’s just too easy to miss
I glance to the right and what do I find?
The blonde’s been left behind
She wasn’t up to standard, no social class
She stood and told the whole class to “kiss her A**”
Little Mrs Popular sits up front, legs crossed tight
Takes four hours every morning, so mommy thinks she’s “just right”
Everybody’s looking
But ain’t nobody seeing
Because if they did they’d see the way the youth is bleeding