Hi, Hello there, my name is Michael,
Im eleven years old, and people consider me a psycho,
but why though? is it because i never stay home, playing with my tyco?
or is it because im looking for love, at such a young age,
i wish i had the powers of a mage, to make this girl fall in love with me,
you see, it isnt easy being me, im fat, in the 5th grade, and i already grow weed,
2 years have passed and now im in the 7th,
i cant wait till the grade, that's directly after 11th,
i went an asylum, writing a suicide love letter,
i told this girl my feelings, she aint accept it,
but i feel a lot better, i bet i can make her wetter,
than that nigga she's with, and probably make her fall in love with me, because of my wit,
but right now im lit,
Well what do you know, im already a sophmore,
in a school full of gangsters, and whores,
i gave up on love, i only fuck with some wine,
i fucked a couple bitches, only when im high,
i dream to be an architect, as soon as i graduate,
hopefully i can quit this drug problem, before it's too late,
but wait, this drug is controlling, im hitting everything,
except but a soul, and i think i just got shot,
right in the chest, fuck it i'll survive, i refuse to go in a chest,
god damned ima mess, i'll hit this last L, and nothing less,
well what do you know, im an architect already, i look down on everybody,
that used to doubt me, they said i would never be something in life, but look at me now? im dressed in all white, and my peers are still in Navy Blue and White.
R.I.P My friend Micheal Atencio. i love you bro.
