School for Dum Dums

I wanted to tell everybody a story
so guess what, now, here it comes
about how I got stuck in a place
they call the School for Dum Dums
See I grew up believing that success
(in addition to being the god of white
people) is the same thing as conformity
and that happiness is the outcome
of always tipping your hat to authority
no matter what they do because we
all is scared of being called out and
embarrassed in the world and what
man wants to end up bare-assed in
front of his gurl? (figuratively speaking,
I mean) I was trained to do that from
fear of what happens when authority
gets mad but that’s the same thing
as not really knowing good from bad
I end up grasping for rhymes thrashin
around like a fish near death gaspin
and trying to catch its final breath my
flow is natural the way disease is natural
and it’s nothing that you want to catch
ya feel me I got no flow and everything
I say makes you wonder if that’s the
real me or if I’m fronting like a GMO
my rhymes about as musical as a siren
and every time they need more fake news
they just put my name on the byline
Headline: he od’d on the heat like a rock
star standing here with his face pressed
down on the hood of a police car and you
wanted to argue about de-funding the
police. Well then, maybe we could just
start out by de-funding the damn car?
I seen you breakin beats, breaking chairs
breakin the arm of that security guard
upstairs, I seen you breaking out a mirror
down in the lobby while I was making
out with your outed cousin, Bobby, I was
the good sheep, I guess, if you were the
black one, I was the lap dog and you were
the attack one, you skipped a beat, skipped
your seat, found a place to rhyme and
skipped this class and you will beat their
ass every time you meet like Lil Nas and if
you ever face defeat then you will disguise
it so that you can just win all over again no
matter who denies it. Should I capitalize it?
Every time school was open I had to go, too
bad they didn’t teach me what I had to know
they talk about a school-to-prison pipeline
but they should change the definition of
prison to fit the whole timeline, dammit
ya’ll been busy bustin rhymes from time
immemorial so how come ya’ll still stuck in
the tutorial? Your brain will not be the
same when you’re always runnin from the
principal. F**k ya’ll, here she comes I guess
we all stuck in the School for Dum Dums