Its unbelievable everyday that I walk the hall, rumors spread, words cursed, it’s a monsters ball. It amazes me how girls can call each other hoes, say it proud, like it don’t apply to them though. She cheated on you, played around, and spit in your eye, and all along, you knew the truth, locker 305. This shit is truth, and I’m writing on the perfect tune, I say high schools a bitch, I’m leaving her in June.

You talk to a “friend”, and they get your soul seething, cuz they stabbed you in the back, check for signs of bleeding.
Drama getting so heavy, call that shit sumo, in a school of wild cards bitch, straight UNO. Boys talking mad shit about the girls they fuck, when in reality, they got no nut to bust!

Yeah, they say im killing on poet scene, just call me Joe because I J.ump O.ver E.verything, yeah, because I jump over obstacles, words so hot, they melt your mind like a Popsicle. When I leave high school, I gotta pass the torch, HT is my wife, divorcing June 4th, damn, some of my poems are a mystery, drink that shit up, spit it out bitch, Listerine. But I’m done, I guess for now, I gotta eat my dinner, don’t be surprised at the S.L.A.M, when they announce me “Winner.”