I'm big for ten year's old
Maybe that's why they get at me
Teachers, parents, cops
Always getting at me
When they get at me
I don't hit 'em
They can do you for that
I don't swear them
They can do you for that
I stick my hands in my pockets
And stare at them
And while I stare at them
I think about sick
They call it dumb insolence
They don't like it
But they can't do you for that
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