Cutting Class

I never did get it
suffering missing you
but this is the truth
smoking a blunt
inside a black coop

I never knew
how to love you
it wasn't in me
to focus on
watching out for my enemies
with my pistol
sipping O E
I didn't call
cause I fell asleep

Smoking alone
in my memories
vision the past
a young kid
flunking math
witness the misery
as a guide flash

If this is the after math
I guess I did the right thing
by cutting class