Home School

Mi amor [Verse 1: K. Sparks] I grew up in the place called South Jamaica, Queens So it seems, people get the paper, dog, by any means Peep the scenery, nobody laugh Black kids, white cops, and black guns; Y'all do the math Jamel, Jason, and Billy; That was my crew Used to go to Lyndon B Johnson in Jr. High, 22 Take the Q7 down Rockaway Boulevard Till we get to cross away by the movie theater That was our Jr. High school board of education Public school was a fool, we too busy being cool It seem Queens in the 90s like the rapture Help ya fam and now that fam was the gang running things after And naturally as a kid I try to fit in Cause affiliation could be a protection when you're walking home Set you claim? [Hook] Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away [Verse 2: K. Sparks] Hey yo, eating school lunch, we're poor, you see this drum brings Telescope and the flow with focus on the wrong things Yah sneakers is in style and you get a grave-s Rich teachers from long island, they just want pay checks And so they come to see the underprivileged little brown kids Don't they homie, they're Angelina Jolie And then they retire, mhm, we notice, throw us in the fire, mhm We notice, yo style wealthy, you must have been a dreamer And all I heard was “God help me!” I am not FEMA I kept walking and running and heard them shot dumping There'll be fam members beat that boy like he stole something Marlon got jumped like a punk and now there's bruises on his head And his eyes all lump And now his mother at my front door, "Fantastic!" She beefin' with my mama in a fake Jamaican accent [Hook] Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away [Verse 3: Paul Rivers Bailey] We were bangin on the lunch table, beat boxing in the hall ways That's the way we used to pass the time in the school days In the pizzeria after school playing street fighter, 169th and Hillside Where the kids'll try to street fight you And I ain't have no Hadoken when these two kids Stole Moe out his jacket in the park while we was hoopin And one of them lift up his shirt, "he's got a knife son!" The man told them, "put that thing away and shoot the fair one My man here against yours and none of us is jumping in You lose and walk away, you get the jacket if you win" What happened after is a being like I never seen And Moe kept whipping on him, till we pulled him off to stop the thing And years go by and violence ain't improving That's why parents their kids in private schools and home school 'em And every other day's another shooting, but we stuck And can't afford no private school or home schooling, so [Hook] Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away Somebody pray for me don't know myself who I am today Somebody pray for me, I'll spread my wings and I'll fly away