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Chipped Bench to Top of the Class 1 by Bokang

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Chipped Bench to Top of the Class 1

Hip-Hop

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Instrumental
They laughed while I sat on the chip bench by the library steps,
Backpack full of margins, broken pencil coffee graph,
Called me slow in halls, whispered low at passing tests,
I kept my head down, aimed my dreams, counted every late-night rep.
Report card folded into my pocket like a secret grenade,
Ninety-eight and half, eight-plus in the gray parade,
M's Rivera tapped the pen and said,
Remember him, please, same faces that slept on my name,
Now staring when I leave.
Play lampage stamp when midnight, no, I never slept.
Rejection stung, turned to hunger every bruise I kept.
They took me for granted, ninety-eight on the page.
She said I was stupid, watched my grades change again.
M's Rivera whispered, remember his name.
Now they warned me that rejection lit the flame.
I learned the syllabus like scriptures, mapped the tests like maps,
Took notes in margins, color-coded dreams between the gaps.
Studied on the chip bench, rained on the hood of my cold friends,
Betting on my failure, I was quietly taking notes.
I stayed up with wet-eyed coffee, solved problems till my hand cramped.
Turned sneers into citations, every page stamped a stamp.
When the principal called my name at assembly lights,
Eyes that mocked my hoodie bowed to grades and bright nights.
They took me for granted, ninety-eight on the page.
She said I was stupid, my transcript rearranged.
M's Rivera said, it's all you earned, your name, remember?
Now they orbit my orbit, but I kept the flame, I keep the flame.
🎵
I'm one faith that it didn't hurt, that booze was real pain,
The laughter was a cold wind, it sharpened up my brain.
I cried on late-night sidewalks, counted losses like change,
Then folded that hurt into study plans and rearranged.
Pride came slow, humility came faster, both in the pain flame.
I admit the sting, then point to the ring, success earned, not claimed.
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