Every teen was a part of a huge group
that had some type of cliche in the place;
as most of those teens were in a gross dupe.
The boys went in to the chase of hot girls
and those ladies had their own strange motto.
Chatter in the hallways were all about
that one mulatto guy who didn’t party
and some friends who had a nasty blowout.
Fights between long-time friends who had fallen,
the groups were breaking apart from drama
and a tragedy befallen others.
Sometimes we would have to call our mama.
The cliches in high school were plain awful
as all of us were meant to be lawful.