Street Syllabus

**[Verse 1]** 
Yo, it’s ’93, concrete jungle’s my classroom, 
Lessons in the alleyways where sirens blast tunes. 
Momma worked two shifts, pops MIA, 
Learned to count cash fast—survival’s the SAT. 
Chalkboard? Nah, graffiti tags on the wall, 
Teachers wore Timbs, not ties—they brawl, we brawl. 
Lunch money? Had to flex, handle my own biz, 
Life ain’t multiple choice—it’s *live or get did*. 

**[Hook]** 
School of Life—no diplomas, just scars, 
Graduation’s when you dodge the streetlight’s stars. 
Desks flipped, wisdom drips from the block’s cold nights, 
Survival’s the test—*you pass or you die*. 

**[Verse 2]** 
Homies traded Jordans for a nine’s cold steel, 
While I scribbled rhymes, cassette decks on reel. 
Cracked pavement debates—Biggie vs. Pac, 
While the corner store clerk clocked cops on the block. 
*”Stay in school,”* they preached—but what’s the grade? 
When the rent’s two months late, and hope starts to fade. 
We studied hustle, love, pain, second chances, 
Math was *”divide the bread, subtract the vultures’ dances.”* 

**[Bridge]** 
*Life’s recess—no bell, just the echo of shots,* 
Dreams deferred like subway trains, rust on the tracks. 
But we rise, eyes wide, scars like textbooks, 
Ink our stories on the sky—*no eraser, just truth*. 

**[Hook]** 
School of Life—no diplomas, just scars, 
Graduation’s when you dodge the streetlight’s stars. 
Desks flipped, wisdom drips from the block’s cold nights, 
Survival’s the test—*you pass or you die*. 

**[Outro]** 
So salute the asphalt alma mater, 
Where every loss is a lesson, pain’s a translator. 
Class of ’99—still grindin’, still true, 
*School of Life—yo, we all made it through.*


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