Zavion - Mr. Pollard Lyrics

I just had my first drink
And it wasn't that hype
Wonder if I'm too normal of a guy
I think I'm okay
But also too lame
Touche
Touche
But I just got my first ride
It's not what you think
It's no Mercedes
Not even a Mazda
It's a scooter
Like a college student
Not even a college student
I'm on no campus
I'm in community
Prerequisites letting my mind run rampant
Get an a even with a stand-in
But we pretend to think when
Our teachers said
In past tense
We'd get chewed out
College wasn't a joke
And rules will have us ruled out
If you chose the pajama pants in school route
Ooh child
What a f*cking lie
What a waste of time
My father didn't get his education
See his mother had cancer
And having younger siblings
Didn't help the situation
She can't work
So as a junior
He dropped and joined job corp
What a wild force
See he's in his forties now
And he can't be a supervisor
Because he never got a diploma
And works daily so no room for GED
How that seems
30 years in factory
But needs factors
To work a new machine
And that stings in me
That stabs my heart
Because he wants to start
But it's like learning the guitar in old age
I'd rather turn the page
Why waste time
On an indefinite
Even if it's evident
Off-top it seems like toupe
Like I should learn taxes in high school
Not even know what apr is had to look it up online
Oh but I have vocabulary so I'm fine
Oh I know poetry
F*ck it ill rhyme
Highly likely
Not at all saturated
Life exacerbated his downfall
But all he did was keep working despite injury
Even with inquiry
My father worked for me
I cry thinking I don't deserve a king
That'd sacrifice his future
For my own happening
It hurts to move away
Because I know he dedicated this way for me
Mr. Pollard
How could I be mad at whoopings you gave
When there's so many days you slave
When the brick you paved
Is on the under my jays
How could I cave
Cause of heat-wave
When you'd sweat on bills paid
When you made me think of change
You showed me the stand-up way
You weren't a father who left no trace
You made the visits
You made us okay
Even when you needed payments from me
You kept the crib safe
When I was a kid you introduced me to games
Now look
I'm no one to play with
Mr. pollard
Never really love till it's gone
And they gon wild out while they ghosts
You can't really know till you go
I'm sure they gon' hold you to your goals
All my actions can be atoned
The thrower of rocks will let you know
They gon shoot you on your throne
Before you get to say what you want
Mr. Pollard