Little man that always sat in his corner
He wasn't punished he was just another loner
Spent the recess observing the kids play
Tried to mingle but always got pushed away
His mom was a school teacher so expectations were high
His grades didn't reflect it I noticed it when he cried
The kid was just so conflicted didn't know where to fit in
Put under so much pressure he couldn't eat his provisions
The years have gone by he's now in high school
Developed his own style but yet he's uncool
He got some few friends but yet he still alone
Developed a façade in order to seem cool
He picked a new hobby rhyming and spitting bars
Had him feeling so happy despite the little applause
His accent was too heavy
His rap name was too cringy
Is all kept hearing but yet he still dreaming
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like you look into me
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like you look into me
Same ground different corners
No sound but I heard you
And here's another little man in another corner
Trying to count his friends but he was just a loner
hold up I can't see him so well CZ bullies around him
He tried escaping to forget but it was crowded
Surrounded by racism in the eyes
Energized with a power that erased a smile
Was surprised that his home was quarter house outside
In the court of the school where the buses park beside
Several times they tried to educate him by force
And the fact is that he was relying on sports
So of course he took a low grade on his report card
I saw his tear slowly dropping while drawing a scar
It was hard with nothing sweet he can't afford a chocolate bar
Under his hand hiding a sheet writing rhymes to spit them bars
So far he got a problem with articulation
They turned their backs on him but now he's back to face them
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like you look into me
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like you look into me
Same ground different corners
Young Dreams now we older