I wanna tell you bout the times I remember
The lunches that I had to surrender
No crime in my free time
All I need is a minute to express my rhyme
Listening to my brother Wazza
What a butt- hallelujah!
But then I thought, this is crazay
20 men and nuh nuh no ladiz
Meeting gathering, praying
1:25 on the bell and still staying
Not stopping keep pushing
“Relax its only Robson looking”
Bringing the Word were some of my mates
Talking bout money, sex, and those dates
Passionate, joyful, positive, encouraging
Chris Eagles always scavenging
Of course our fav was Arash
Funny... cause it rhymes with rash
An Arab from the island of Iran
Whom we converted from the Koran
Thank you Dave for putting on a show yo
What a shot bro- straight through that window
Kennedy and Nicho were cheering
‘Hello Waters what’s with that sneering?
God through you He‘ll impact the school
Image doesn’t matter whether your cool
Look at me I’m hairy and rapping
“How come they’re still not clapping?”
Mr. Evans was our hero
Wisdom and knowledge more than that Nero
Ourselves as Christs ambassadors
His warriors, hands, and messengers
So what you year 11’s gonna do
Knowing our Lord has favored you?
Make a difference, Pick up the baton
Run with it, never look back and
Remember He is with you always
Working through you in these last days
Men and warriors preaching justification
You are the leaders of this generation