Song: From The Concrete Grew A Wild Orchid
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 11, 2011
Now before they taught ya ABCs and 123s
The first letter’s that stuck were EBD
A helluva diagnosis and a pill to fill
No sweet remedy within proximity
I’m not trying to go for what’s right, you
don’t want an uptight
Love hate love life, overworked, tough spite-
Ful teacher under caffeinated underpaid in
work
Laying down the law and steady spending last
nerves
On what they think’s best, but never worked
And we done rolled enough dice, seen the down
and upside
Class’ll go from sunshine to lookin’ like a
gunfight
They keep sayin’ they won’t sayit more than
one time
And I can’t help, but smile and look at ya
like “meh”
The kid wants to run wild and unwind, well
then let’em out
5th strike, 3rd school,
New Medicine
They pumped ya full’a rispirdal while your
body’s developing
4 year old with a needle in his arm,
angel’s aimin’ for your hospital bedside in
the morn
Because they gave ya enough stuff to take out
a pack’a elephants
This ain’t ya same old same testament,
What they call’a criminal mind, I call him
young professor X
Bruce Wayne reflexes, middle name “hella
quick”
Car chasin’ down the hallway, classroom
escape artist
Blink more than once, he’ll flip the whole
board game on ya
Gangsta as it gets while y’all go from words
to heat
We’re puttin’ in the heavy grind learnin’ how
to read.
Yeah, monopoly rollin’ forward,
price of the moves we make a private school couldn’t afford it
I’m a paraprofessional trainin’ workin’-class
heroics
Blue-collared scholars, game changin’ high
scorers
We are the odds, and we beat the diagnosis
From the concrete grew a wild orchid,
Style so gorgeous they didn’t have a title
for it
The kids a genius, it’s just a matter of time
before he lets it out.
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