Man this is deja vu Homeroom, I'm back in school Good morning, class, good morning, class, class Its mourning time, good, 'cause in many hoods Where clavicles caress many hoods Metal detectors greet us before our teachers do Class, its mourning time Because blood vessels burst more than gushers do And sweet be the taste of survival When peace just tastes like denial What I mean is, every class must begin after twelve So there won't be any more mourning, good God wears a hood in this testament Heaven be the hood in this testament The first lesson is: class, you don't need a cap And gown to walk across the stage All you need is a mind, a body, a pen, and a page (Page, page) Ayo, thats all good, but, how much you growin' the weed?