My Head In Sixth Grade

from 28 by RedRiverRebellion

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Throwing shots at are self. Back in the day wen we used to start a ruckus.
Pissed off all the older ones watching us. The circle forms around us.
As the sound of the bell rings.The match is about to start but Theres only one in the ring.
One v.s. himself The first punch is thrown, Fist to his eye,clocks his other eye.
Then throws another punch to his chest, a punch to is lip, messing himself up.
Who needs a opponent when you got yourself. Now all the aids are curious.
Why aren't they inline, why are they just standing around,
The whole sixth grade is cheering him on.
The back of the circle kids are getting thrown out, scolded, and sent to class.

1 verse Himself, But in the sixth grade who would of thought this is how life turns out.
Us verse ourselves, Us verse ourselves, 1 verse ourselves, 1 verse ourselves.

This whole thing started because we where chanting nonsense. Fight, Fight, Fight.
It's all we wanted. So he thought he would step in the ring and get us exited.
About 4 blows in and 4 shots to his stomach.
He needed an extra breath from loosing his wind.
About only one more punch before we all start to scatter with fear.
About time for some lectures. The aids are pissed and sending us to class.
Maybe for himself he should go to the nurse and get checked in the head.
We all got what we wanted so back to class.
The day is over and now we got to sit thru the rest of are classes.
then we get to go home.

1 verse Himself, But in the sixth grade who would of thought this is how life turns out.
Us verse ourselves, Us verse ourselves, 1 verse ourselves, 1 verse ourselves.