This I Believe

Jordan - Maple Valley, Washington
Entered on April 20, 2007
Age Group: Under 18
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I believe I can succeed (rap)

I can succeed, because I do not need, all the jokers and suckers that make me bleed.

You are constantly, honestly, hassling me. Now I’m different, than I used to be.

I laid in the shade, and wished I was made,

now I put it all together so I can make the grade…I wont fade.

Until I’m paid you just sit there hoping, wishing and wondering

that I take your high priced bids.

Silly rabbit tricks are for kids.

Now I stay after school, and study my homework.

I have faith, ‘cause maybe it won’t work,

and I don’t lurk around. Looking for the answers, from the kids who run the dances. Unlike you, who likes to chime, ‘cause when there’s time, four hundred words to rhyme. I need an essay, Comprende? I have hope, ‘cause maybe one day

I don’t have to work this crummy job at the seven-eleven that always gets robbed.

Hello Bob, my manager of my night shift ways.

That only pays eight fifty an hour to fight the power and maybe I can get my girl a flower.

So I sit down to write these rhymes of fine, you try to take it, and say that their all mine. But when you rise, your eyes resize, gangsters magnetize.

‘Cause they all know your cheating inside. You lied, to them defied.

If you need help with these anecdotes; ask Ms. Heins, she has notes.

Essays are like metaphors, they’re hard to write, they’re just like chores.

You’re moving back to society, don’t even lie to me.

You keep a diary of sentence variety,

of your hopes and dreams and everything you tried to be.

You’re just a parasite on the funky beats of the rapper of the east side of these streets; count your losses, and defeats.

So sit back and watch me graduate, all the while I will agitate.

‘Cause I can only operate with a proper rate of lyrics and mixes, microphone fixes.

My problem is to stay alive, ‘cause when I strive, a three point five arrives.

That’s why I yearn to learn, which will earn all your respect. I just might receive.

I will achieve this I believe.