number 2 pencil tap on my mental
scribblin plans on my pad for my rescue
stare out the window daydream livin
kids in the classroom stay straight grinnin
clownin around me chosin they targets
poke on the weak ones make em a martyr
all try harder just to impress
and they all look alike from the talk to the dress
stand at attention here comes the leader
strapped with the cool aid ill drum beater
.... and he makes that sound
and the kids come runnin with they eyes on the ground
just wanna please him so they straight teasin
everyone around them identity leavin
right out the door ground floor get down
when it all pops off u dont wanna be around

they all in the back
where the cool kids laugh
and we move to the beat of the drum they tap
they tap
im a walk on my own with a song step
that they just dont know
back of the class 
to the front get wit it
they bang on the drum but i just wont hit it
stay on the run but i know i wont git it
so i gotta play dumb til the right ones win it

right ones win it ... some keep livin
some keep pickin on the ones with a vision
some got a problem controlin they self
the patrolin the halls for the hate that they felt
when they stared in the mirror .... gets clearer
projectin they madness on anyone near they
... get down with sound of they drum
that they beat to defeat anyone not from
they own little circle cliqued up wit it
everybody follow get busy come hit it
im a king on my own im a queen in the hall
ima rule while the fools make due with it all
last one standing last one picked
first one to win first one the list
bad on my own one my way to the throne
im a ball thru it all you can bring it back home