Artist: P-Dash
Album:  Dying 4 a Living
Song:   Letter 2 My Teacher
Typed by: IAmPDash.com

Prelude:
Before you CATCH the BEAT(down)

I'll let you feel the beat now, before you catch the BEATDOWN – 3x

You told me that opportunity knocks
So I took shots to get lots, just kick rocks
If you ain't willing to walk a mile in my socks
I give props to anybody that ever came from my block
And faced glocks, yet still survived the ride they call to the top, it don't stop
Hope you remember us bastards, showing our asses in your English classes
Seeing who finish our work the fastest, knowing we ain't gonna pass it
Homework on BASES and ACIDS cuz we coming from homes with ADDICTS
Beyond basic MATHEMATICS look at all what we was ADDING
You never hyped me UP, all you did was write me UP
Your word against mine, didn't matter, Tex light me UP
FOUR out of FIVE of you would sleep on me, the other ONE might be UP
Probably explains why school was only cool when I had Nike stuff
Told me that there were no dumb questions, but why do I feel like a fool for asking
Why you never took me seriously? Though you knew my passion
Maybe you didn't know me, first name, last name of Kobe
You called me on the role, but never came to my third row seat
Don't get me wrong you taught me, everything bout hypocrisy
My role in this democracy, striving for mediocrity
Good thing I didn't listen, at times relied on my vision
To bring my dreams to sight, would write after school in detention
That you gave me for maybe accusations of being lazy
You questioned my DRIVE, but said that I would drive you crazy
See, the type of thing that gets to ME, to YOU is probably a mystery
How could you teach history yet still fail to even mention me?
Other than in them chains; what you think that do to my brain?
Images of pain on a daily basis could stain
Even the purest mind, now can I go the bathroom… "Sure its fine"
Don't need to use it, cutting class to work on my music
It wasn't meant to be for my identity to be referred to as "Whatchamacallit"
Often your memory gave you the tendency probably because you were an alcoholic
Go out of your way just to fix my behavior, but never concerned when my grades were falling
Some feedback on buying a weedsack, was that the reason for why you were calling
Was it the reason for why you were frontin' whenever you wanted…you know how you done it
Was far from the GOAL but still I never PUNT it, on 4th and Forever still I'm gonna RUN it
Despised 99's because I could make 100s inside of my mind it feels like I've been running
Run out of this time and then now I've got nothing, you gave me the PLAYS but I knew you were BLUFFING
Wasn't the end the end of the discussion
Cuz A few of you, and you know who, are the reason WHY I'm doing HOW I'm doing WHAT I like to do
Words of encouragement, you showed me that you liked me too
Growing up, I even wanted some days to be just like you
Showing up so many days, my duty now I gots to do
Still thanking GOD daily that my path had somehow got to you
You seemed to have all the answers to every issue that I brought to you
Plus you never judged me or even told me what I not could do
No Time(*TOM*) to CRUISE or my MISSION is IMPOSSIBLE
It was you who lit that fuse now I refuse to lose at obstacles
And its true I paid my dues to prove that I could make this hot for you
Not a fool while in that school perfecting tools I probably got from you
But you all wanna take credit, forget it…that's right I said it
If I never PAID attention, how can I ever be INDEBTED
Advice wasn't always nice, but get to me, I wouldn't let it
I am who I am cuz who I was, and don't regret it
So in the mean time, I'm a be willing to learn from my mistakes
And in between time, I'm ready to do exactly whatever it takes for me to achieve mine
And even if no one else out there can relate just please believe I'm
Focused on everything great, allergic to hate, if this don't reach ya
I hope you cross the finish line first if I don't beat ya
And if fate says we'll cross the same time I guess I'll meet ya
On another track, we can run it back or maybe you can feature
LETTER 2 MY TEACHER