I can’t think clear of what all the kids said
I can think back that I had wished I was dead
The same worn jeans
The same kids that was mean
And I didn’t fit in at all
Til’ one day my mom made a call
I was sick of life as a fool
So I got to switch from that bad school
First week there, I had fit right in
I saw a few kids steal a little boy’s pen
They all had a good laugh
They told him he should take a good bath
I also had a good laugh with them,
but I was just like him
Tears ran down his face
He ran with a great pace
Why had I not been his friend?
I never saw him again
He was sick of life as the fool
So he got his mom to switch him schools?