[center]Ma' days in high school were absolutely rubbish
Goddamn memories, tainted with pains and bleakish
thoughts I remember, when mamma had to wake me at five fifty nine
ony for me trek to school, damn, it was longer than 8-Miles
At school, i saw the bleeping faces of bullies who were unfriendly
with canes in their hands, ready to beat a little' chap like me relentlessly
The feeling of fear came running down my spine
Ma' whole world of smile changed like i was cast into a lonely isle
On one occasion , a senior prefect stepped on ma toes
He didn't know , i took his whole fucking team for foes
we had to battle it out, on the field, with fists and punches
They came running with knives, while i brought out my axes
Got a hold on one of 'em, and spilled the suckas' blood
In the twinkling of an eye, i found myself in gaol, help up in bonds
I was expelled, never to cross the four walls of high school again
i ended up as a high school dropout, now my life's full of pain[/center]

would someone please post something here?

LOL

I breezed thru' high school 3 years ago, so I can definitely write an encyclopedia 'bout it.
Even if they're still breezing thru' high school, they must have something to write about, aiight?

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Thatz cool!
Mine wasn't real either, i aint that kinda person

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Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah. . . It's been mad years behind

God, damn it! A raw piece has to be reminisced, oh many homies I had missed/
OldSYNC says R.I.P to the DEAD ones, and till we meet again to most still living, read/
I was a young chap tapping best grades in elementary times/
Wanna be the best, got to move and with results got parents impressed/
Like my imprest, I was taken to the boarding school, a space that was my second choice/
I made it, but man this is just the beginning, have more things, just grab the meanings/
Odogbolu was like a menace, everywhere right, but the men in school were fighters/
Like everywhere was under emergency rule, maybe there i first saw Men with lighters/
Bad bad men flying the shirt even their collars, tinting their trousers/
Man I was like a pastor, most stuffs in me was fear and God/
I was like the new born when it down on that here people are like mixed races/
I cudnt find the happy man nature, all I saw was dangerous men with reckless faces/
Bad notion was like a normal thing, fagging too like everybody's gay/
I dont know if I had said much, but I think I prefered the green made from cotton bale/
Cos the terrylene was a not fashionable to most, that could be stale/
The Last boy callouts, the common room run and home cuts/
The bad attitude of visiting bukas, and breaking most dorm rules/
I was intimidated and changed, I jacked locks easily and I use that skill now/
It takes more that a season to beat my reasonng, so i say Fedgo is holding me down/

am still in secondary school,
and right now,stuff are still being cool,
although there are shits that i've passed through,
well time's too short,i cant tell you,
maybe later or some other day,
dont worry,cos i'll tell you anyway,
abt sumtin that happened in may,
but right now:my head i got to lay.

peace:


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Well, Lemme start by saying high school is another type of hell
That no kid ever want to deal with or smell
it starts out fun, playful, and childish
In the middle, you then feel stressed out, pressured, and dull-ish
There's the cool, the nerds, dorks, and all kinds of stupid titles
Guess where I fall in? Your guess is as good as mine, call me subtle
Like kanye, am in-between and way more fresher
I'm so slick, I try to be unnoticed but the reverse comes in
My momma said I was born to stand out, that's why I never try to fit in
Good girl but bad in the making
Nah, I don't skip classes Cuz that'd be faking
I'm so straight just like my A's which comes with high honors
Folks talkin bout 'girl, u need to be my tutor'
I smile thinking 'nah, you can't afford it'
This is so long, it's turning into 'the life & times of shawn carter'
Gimme some time, a year,I promise to give the full chatter
As for now, high school is hell, heaven, and gold on a platter.

reminiscin i use to skip class to smoke dope n hang wit d boiz in joints
neva got home early always had to make a run to keep my paper on point
mom starts trippin my grades fell quicker than d twin towers in a term
neva gave a Bleep i faked my results to get all d rewards back then
young hussler i sold anythin from my home just to make my fun rite
amma hussle rainfall for my class mates if their was too much sun lite
luved to rock parties knew all d thugs in case some young cat tryna punk
my high school was high cos we hung @ big sams after sch till we got drunk
a hard headed nawty kid i was always gettin into shit wit the sch authority
assembly ground star cos i always had to get beaten by d sch authority
neva took shit cos of my size whoeva brought it i gave 'em trouble
till i got suspended indefinitely for slittin a niggaz wrist wit a broken bottle
topgrade sec recorded my set as the worst set it ever produced
we plaid it rough till we left d buildin walls labeled teenager wit no use
Bleep it! look @ me now am a product of hard blocks n stockin caps
all d juvenille troubles on bode thomas street don changed to rap(its a wrap!!!)

First day in school was a blast, got suspended/
for drawing cartoons of the school nurse in suspenders/
then got into a fight, ears got boxed by the principal/
he put me on time out, in a lonely spot by the cubicle/
Found out that i never fitted in,/
got caught literally with ma fingers in the biscuit tin/
Bullys teasing "here comes the Michellin man"/
hurt me, till i numbed the pain, and became immune like penicillin, damn!/
then i showed my rage, shanked one of them with a Helix HB/
then bullies started paying homage, girls callin me baby/
Spent the next couple of years cutting class,
underneath the stairways of the basement, i was nutting ass/
i mean cheerleaders, goths and math geeks,
even rock-heads,wierdos and athletes/
Didnt wanna leave after grad, i became like Van Wilder/
throwing the hottest parties, that was the year of the Rock-wilder/
class year book's least likely to succeed/
Its ironic how i feel now that i am getting nolstalgic

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My high school experience was kind of jekyll and hyde
Started out in a school where i was often against d tide
Settled in quite well tho thanks 2 a gawky guy
In class,i became a hit;some thot i was off d walls
Teachers thro their hefty questions at me,with pecision,i answer them like phone calls
Always punctual,7:00AM,i was already off 2 school
Hanging out with my dudes back then was just cool
3 yrs later,i inexplicably got switched
It happened like i was somewhat bewitched
Every class was full of boys who are consumate pickpockets
Teachers got me shocked like when i dip my fingers in a light socket
stress-laden,fun-stricken and full of dudes who were boring and dull like glove puppets
As tough as it was,my experience was quite fine
Memories of my send-forth party got me in cloud nine
Can't return for a second spell tho,so this is my last line

High Skool was Ill
I was a yung lil Thug* Then,
But addicted to wacck stuffs,
Robbin old nig*az off em cellfonez n sim cards,
when i crossed over to SSS1,
I was made assistant Prefect,
which i maintained till SSS2,
But Hey' out of em Boiz in my Class,
I was the best, sharing pens n pencils with Kafaya, 1st/ 2nd
What should i call it?
When i couldn't wait one more year,
to get the keys to the White House,
Then d hustlin was vicious n promisin,
Who knows wut coulda gone wrong,
If i hadn't written a i'm Dropin'out Letter, To the Principal
Bet i'd have Joined a Coded Gang,
n start Robbin Banks, cuz today,
when i still see most of my class matez,
still behave like then, man at skool,
I lift up my eyez to the Hills,
n give GOD the glory for making me to stand-out,
But whatever y'all skool life was the best,
Now i'm kind of considering,
hacking the system n hijacking papers to fit me in Ekpoma University,
n maybe in my first year, if a YES answer Pops-up,
I'll have my dream to Kick-Off,
n make the most out-of what it'll get,


3 Years back, I can't even define Economics now, Who can

Smalls- Z""""""""""""""" Remnicin

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Ho-hum!!!

@Crude why Ho-hum 'in' Whats up?

U aint got a problem with that ho-hum 'in' thang, do u?

@Crude, nahh i don't, just ho-hum 'in" 'too

i remember ma high school days
teachers telling u dat high school pays
i never cared about wat they said
noting dey ever told me remained in ma head
teachers trying their best to keep us in form
but still cuttin classes was the norm
climbing fences just to get out of dorm
remember  1 particular year
seniors were ma only fear
normally I'm a straight a student
but i got ma first f9 and that was a dent
everyday seniors kept muggin us under the bleachers
and we couldn't report cos it was like there were no teachers
they were making money gettin rich
and if u ever were a snitch
u might need a doctor to give u a stitch
high school then was for the popular
but i didn't mind cos i was spectacular
i was the kid who had the rep and had the babes
who changed girlfriends like girls changing braids
who threw parties DAT were like a pendant cos they were of the chain
remembered how we threw party,s every week during ma final year
during our prom some shed tears
while some made cheers
me i was in between
king's college Lagos dats the dream