Walking back and seeing all of those halls,
Goin from 6th grade to 8th, the time smalls.
In 8th grade now, the school's head,
Follow me with every word I've said.
Didnt think my last middle year would be like this.
I bet when I go to 9th grade, 8th I'll miss.
Cant rap about school to save my spirit,
But if I snap then graham will here my lyric.
Look down the left side, spin to the right,
Seeing fimiliar faces I thought of last night.
Mrs. Clark there, one I have befriended,
One I can trust, when all other hope ended.
Mr. Wilson and the rest of my teachers,
I'll talk to, we'll talk like a group iof preachers.
Friends comin back, realizing how long
I've been out, and now I'm just as strong.
Now I know this aint my best rap ever,
But when does DJ quit? Huh? Never!
I think this year I prepared for school.
Maybe this time I wont act like a fool.
Seeing people I've longed to see,
And people seeing and longing for me.
8th grade year should be really cool.
I'm comin once again back to school.
New homebase, new everything. All changed.
Curios looks on my face, its been re-arranged.
Down a different hall, a different path,
Like the school is unleashing a new wrath.
Just make sure I dont loose my cool
When its time to go back to school
