Cross

What do I remember reminiscing from the past Told a bunch of different tales cause my heads up my ass 50 50 pretty penny, living near me, oh so friendly And I think she had a keyboard cause her attitude was shifty Back in elementary, chicks would feel me, I just had that power They would dig me so much, that they cried holding flowers To young to be the shit but to old to be a fart Just a child from the block, but the hit left a mark But the boy was with the class, and the teacher said I passed Was the day of the field trip, and boy it was a blast Till we the hit the cross street, the cross guard was off beat Than in one blink, I could feel my final heartbeat Followed by the brakes, the smell of burnt rubber But at least my mother will remember when I left I said I love her And with the driver drunk, reminiscing the look in his eyes The look of surprise, and the nostalgia of when I died