Hiya kid how's school?
Read something else in the papers
Don't get caught up on cool
I've been thinking about you lately
You asked facts about that La's song
The last time we was together
I looked it up, I think I got it wrong, well I never

I severed the cord with math past school
You can do the same too, if you can add then you can groove
I am Des Tutu, don't listen to Mr. Wiliby
He's not gonna let down willingly
If you know where you're at and you know where you're headed
Then georgraphy doesn't mean shit to me

Set to be glistening but somewhere I'm listening
I stopped and thought whilst observing the kitchen sink
Hoping you're thinking good thoughts and not missing him
Hoping that someday you know what wrong is
And how to avoid it, don't ever get boy-sick
Your mouth is to loud to ever let your noise quit

So make your choices
And spell it out kid, now spell it out phonetically
Spell it out until all them fuckers getting it
Spell it out kid, now spell it out phonetically
Spell it out until all them fuckers getting it

Rest in Peace to Adam, Craig, to Kevin and to my Marvis
And to all of the loved souls lost through all the carnage
Because, life isn't six figure wages, mansions or Ferraris
Cos not all of us could thrive from the places in which we started
And then just sometimes, I believe that life gets in the way
Don't want you making all the same mistakes that I have made
It doesn't matter if you worry things stay the same
So don't look for reasons to stay awake
Don't get caught up in the middle space, move to a better place

Stay off cigarettes and keep face and keep the faith
And don't toughen up, you're already tougher than me
So you're tough enough
And if you're ever lost then meet me by the viaduct
Somewhere between the bus station and the fire trucks

Just spell it out kid, now spell it out phonetically
Spell it out until all them fuckers getting it
Spell it out kid, now spell it out phonetically
Spell it out until all them fuckers getting it