Yeah Yeah. (I can do it)

(Tone is high to low)
Genre: Rap with blues/minor dubstep

Hook: I can do it. (x3) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Hook 2: I can do it. Yeah. Yeah.  I can do it do it. (x3)

I failed my test and my practice S.A.T.
I can either cry about it or get up/let my pencil sing.
Open up a book and get that music popping.
Sounds very generic but I  better get hopping.
Skip meals if I have to but that is not safe.
Maybe I should take a deep breath and figure out more things to make.
Hire me a tutor but the expenses are too high.
Expenses so high that I rather be in the sky.
Those with high IQ's like to show off what they are.
Here I am trying to make it and just be a star.
Starting to not care about being too successful.
As long as I got money, then I can learn skills to be helpful.
*back to hook 1 and hook 2*
Broke my arm and now my life is at a hush.
Doctors saying so many things and to stay away from kush.
But I don't even do illegal drugs so I was so confused.
There goes my mind again, taking all the abuse.
People say I am doing great but it is hard for me to accept it.
All the pain that I have swallowed, so I just follow directives.
Freedom is a joke but only to those who don't use it.
There goes my mind again, taking all the fuses!
*back to hook 1 and hook 2*
I tried my best to not be in the textbooks.
Now they just see another person with the same old look.
Past experiences creates the worst of stereotypes.
But before I go, let me say a few things on the mic.
Constantly tell yourself to be like you.
Because once you are gone, others won't know what to do.
Flaws are the part that makes us cry and shiver.
But don't forget young ones, you can do it. Don't quiver.
The rich will say how they feel at the time.
But life goes on, so don't be quiet like a mime.
Your voice matters so please remember that.
Going back to re-do things, really isn't a bad stat.
*back to hook 1/2*