This is for the class of 2001

New York to London be like under the gun

U learn the dic-tion

Respect ta Big Pun

But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson

Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown

But shit remain the same in like any town

Each semester every test

I wonder when would it end

And no I'd never go thru it again



Time don't change the way I feel

Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years (and)

Time's got so much to reveal

No time to wonder

Why we crumble in our fears



I useta hate teachers callin' my name in attendance

Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits

I'd be sleepin' in the back of the class

when the bullshit we'd be learnin' wasn't comin' too fast

There wuz always one teacher who was peepin' the flesh

Eyes be all up on my chest

Yo keep yo eyes on my test

That's ill yo - I call u Mr. (grubby grubby) (acappella)

Rock the toupee that's called the ruggy ruggy



Time don't change the way I feel

Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and

Time's got so much to reveal

No time to wonder

Why we crumble in our fears



In my locker had pictures of my cousins