Last Bell

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Intro

Yeah... Broward County 954, they don't show this part Walking out these doors...

Verse 1

Last bell just rang on Sunrise Blvd Hallways still smell like cheap lunch and broken dreams Same lockers we tagged in ninth grade, same fights in the yard Teachers said "stay in line," we watched 'em punch the clock till they scarred Mom working Publix shifts, Dad pulling doubles at the dock Played by every rule they taught, still scraping FPL and overdraft Cap and gown in the mirror, but the future looking dark Everybody smiling in the pics, but the real ones know the cost

Pre-chorus

Phone full of "congrats" but the Wi-Fi still cut off Timeline looking blessed, I'm drowning in the real talk

Chorus

Walking out these doors, no map, no plan Seen Mom and Dad follow rules, still stuck in the same jam Don't know where we headed, how we gon' make it there But we smart about it, 954 in the air Last bell ringing, heart full of pain Nobody post the part where the future feel the same Walking out these doors, that's where the real hit at 954 raised us, now the world's calling our name

Verse 2

Dad still clocking in at five, back still hurt from the lift Mom still smiling at the register, bills still hit like a fist They said "do good in school, stay out them streets, play it right" But the same game got 'em scraping, same struggle every night We watched 'em from the bleachers, cap and gown on the stage Pompano raised us gritty, Dixie Highway in our veins Ain't no silver spoon, just Publix bags and late lights Graduation photo smiling, but the real picture ain't right

Pre-chorus

Phone full of "you made it" but the fridge still on E Timeline looking blessed, I'm scared what the world gon' see

Chorus

Verse 3

Now we stepping off the stage, no script, no clue Friends scattering like roaches when the lights hit the room Some going community college, some chasing that 305 dream Some already in them streets, chasing what the system don't redeem We don't know the road, don't know if we'll eat or starve But we watched the old heads play it safe and still end up scarred No more hall passes, no more tardy slips to sign Just Broward raised pressure, 954 on the mind

Bridge

Standing in the parking lot, gown still on my back Parents waving proud but I see the weight on they back What if the rules they followed just led 'em to the trap? We smart about it... we gon' figure the map

Verse 4

Ain't following blind, we seen what the rules get you Overdraft notices and FPL notices too We taking notes from the block, from the ones who made it out Hustle smart, move quiet, keep the circle real tight now No more fake smiles for the 'Gram, no more fronting for the likes 954 taught us real, now we building for the nights Cap and gown off, but the grind just getting real Walking out these doors, but the heart still got the feel

Verse 5

Feed gon' look different, less flex, more receipts Paid what we owe, posted that as the real heat Smaller circle, deeper roots, real ones hit us back No more lost in the hallway, now we making our own track Still in Broward scraping, still figuring the way But we smart about it, last bell led us to today

Chorus

Outro

Last bell... last bell... That's where we started living

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