As the minutes pass,
He draws on his notebook in his physics class.
They’re all taking a test, but he has finished fast.
Now his thought distorts looking thru the tinted glass.
Past the court towards the field of minted grass…
Still moist from the old sprinklers’ vintage splash.
His thinker’s voice is fast, as ideas are flashed before him.
And the choice to explore them…
Is only to contrast the boredom.
So as he starts to sort’em, he begins to really day dream…
About the different ways he can possibly make cream.
The first is a team,
Of course he’d be the highest paid & play quarterback.
He’d have it made…
The bitches, the endorsements… Yeah, all of that.
Or maybe…
He’d get called for tracks… & be a super producer for allllll the acts.
And leave Kanye & Timbo in limbo with his wall of plaques.
Or maybe…
He could become a rapper… with all that “Gun Clapper” yap, Or….
Maybe he can be an actor… And star in some of those hero flicks
Or a comedy with Joe Peci and get those Denero chips.
Or maybe, just maybe.. he can hit the lotto...
Live in a mansion and pop bottles in the gratto…
With a bunch of dimes and a lot of hot models…
“That would be hot yo!!”
He thought to himself, not knowing he spoke out loud
Or that the teacher heard him & kids turned around
And now, everyone stared at him like he was dumb
Since the test was over and the lecture'd begun
But he wasn’t done dreaming to realize it’s finished
So he continued to reach like the sky’s the limit
For a minute…
Till he was startled by a sound intended to be loud
And the teacher yelling:
“Pay attention!!! Get your head out of the clouds!!
Day Dreamer.
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