Senior Year Version 2
Can't believe my senior year is almost over
Just wish me luck like a 4 leaf clover
White like a dove and blue like Grover
See these Vikings coming so you know its game over
Cap and gown on, I'm finally here
I'm ready for it all, I have no fear
Walk across the stage here at the t dome
Need to look good anybody gotta comb?
I'm looking back at all the memories
Feeling confident and fresh like febreze
It was a journey over some violent seas
So many good times as a high school student
Bad times too, just trying to stay prudent
Mistakes made, I was straight uprooted
Had to do work, had to get rebooted
Clean my act up, it was all polluted
But I took control, denied my demise
Thought about my future, saw it through my eyes
I made it through, found my motivation
Grades went up, like some kind of migration
Now I'm here at the end,
Writing thoughts with a pen
You know I can't stop, once I begin
My mind formulates verses randomly sometimes
And it just so happens that it methodically rhymes
Yeah a rap with no crap, I gotta mind with no binds
Rockin vans and a polo but don't call me Marco
Starting a fire, I ignite with no charcoal
We Graduates in lines like kind of like cargo
Hope we all get bank like a little Wells Fargo
I still can't believe how far I've made it
Thoughts of the past are so far that they're faded
12 years mountain that I had to climb
My whole life ahead of me, after summertime
Graduated c-o-11, and framed my diploma
The future is so close I can smell the aroma