The kid in the long tee,
Hoodie and baggy Jean's
Everybody saw him with a pen in his hand
And a pad on his lap
And everybody thought
He's probably writing one of those stupid rap's
His mind is probably filled with all types of crap
Probably is good for nothing and probably sells crack
I bet he has a gun
What do they call them now? Gats?
His life is worth nothing and belongs in the trash
I wonder how many people he hurt in the community
Matter of fact I'm going to walk up to him and tell him to stop this stupidity
But when they all walked up, they were all shocked to see
That he was only writing a poem titled
'How others Judge me....'