Fake Smile

Yeah, look...

Kent man, it's been a journey

What I've gone through deserves a ceremony

They tell you the good parts about how students are brave and

bold

But let me tell you the real story regarding this hell hole (listen)

In fifth grade I got covid

They told me helping was their only motive

But guess what? They left me out to dry

It was almost like they wanted me to just die

In sixth grade I had this big essay due She said no

parents are allowed to help you

My parents thought that was bullshit and did what they could That

teacher was afraid my parents could teach me more than she ever

would That essay,

well it was seven pages deep

My teacher thought I could not write this So she called me

to the stage in front of the whole class Said I was

plagiarizing, tried to make me freeze I had to go home early

that day 'cause I couldn't stop crying Yeah,

tears on my desk,

feeling all that shame Like they only cared about playing their little

power game

I had to put on a fake smile for this crap

Swallowing the anger, turning pain into this rap

Kent,

it has taken quite a toll on my head Counting down every

second till I'm free instead

(yeah,

fake smile, fake smile)

Eighth grade, Trump got elected,

teachers acting wrecked One teacher took it out on us

like a semi truck

Brought up politics every single day in the room

Making it so you couldn't speak against the gloom I had poison

oak, and when I told him what was up He threw it

in the dresser, wouldn't give a damn or stop Started lecturing me

like a college professor Lucky for me,

he got fired, one less oppressor

The school was finally sick and tired

Think that's bad?

I'm just at the tip of the iceberg This next teacher made

life so easy if you were a girl They got to pick

where they sat while the rest had to swirl Being treated like

a spoiled brat on the floor While we sat with no power,

quiet by the door All we could do was sit and cower

in the shade Watching favoritism running rampant on display

The next thing you know,

I was writing with a flow I wrote a great poem about

Kent that I wrote slow

I didn't win because my teacher played her games Brushed my effort

aside, ignoring all my aims

Locked out of credit,

but I kept my spine straight

Refused to let their bitterness dictate my fate

Yeah, turned that disrespect into gasoline Spitting out the realest truths that

they've never seen

I had to put on a fake smile for this crap Swallowing

the anger, turning pain into this rap

Kent, it has taken quite a toll on my head Counting down

every second till I'm free instead

(yeah,

fake smile, fake smile)

That what inspired me to write this rap

Kent, it has taken a toll,

yeah that's facts

But hey, I still got time

Nice thing is I'm not stuck in that hell hole anymore

Walked right out those doors

Fake smile off for good