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zavion - mr. pollard lyrics

verse 1:

i just had my first drink
and it wasn’t that hype
i wonder if i’m too normal of a guy
i think i’m okay
but also too lame, touche, touche
but i just got my first ride
it’s not what you think
it’s no mercedes
not even a mazda
it’s a scooter, like a college student
not even a college student
i’m on no campus
i’m in community
prerequisites letting my mind run rampant
get an a even with a stand in
but we pretend to think when our teachers said in past tense
we’d get chewed out
if you chose the pajama pants in school route
ooh child
what a f—— lie
what a waste of time
my father didn’t get his education
see his mother had cancer, and having younger siblings didn’t help the situation
she can’t work
so as a junior, he dropped and joined job corp
what a wild force
see he’s in his forties now and can’t be a supervisor
because he never got a diploma, and works daily, so no room for ged
how that seems?
thirty years in factories
but needs factors to work a new machine
and that stings in me
that stabs my heart
because he wants to start but it’s like learning guitar in old age
i’d rather turn the page
why waste time on indefinite?
even if its evident, off top it seems like toupee
like i should learn taxes in high school, not even know what apr is
i had to look that up online
oh but i have vocabulary so i’m fine
“i know poetry, f-ck it i’ll rhyme,”
highly likely, not at all saturated
life exacerbated his downfall
but all he did was keep working
despite injury, even with inquiries
my father worked for me
i cry thinking i don’t deserve a king
that’d sacrifice his future for my own happening
it hurts to move away
because i know he dedicated his way for me
mr. pollard, huh
mr. pollard, huh
mr. pollard, huh

chorus:

never really love till’ it’s gone, yeah
and they gon’ wild out, while they’re ghosts
you can’t really know until you go
i’m sure they gon’ hold you from your goals
all my actions can be atoned
the thrower of rocks will let you know
they gon’ try and shoot on your throne
before you get to say what you want

verse 2:

how could i be mad at whoopings you gave
when there’s so many days you slaved
when the brick you paved is under my jays
how could i cave, cuz’ of heatwave
when you’d sweat on bills paid
when you made me think of change
you showed me the stand up way
you weren’t a father who left no trace
you made the visits
you made us okay
even when you needed payments from me
you kept the crib safe
when i was a kid you introduced me to games
now look i’m no one to play with
mr pollard
mister
mr pollard

- zavion lyrics

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