Holla if you hear my call

it's march - the march goes on as such.
that rings a bell - 2 years of hell, began on that ground.
it's the time of the term based on academic fix - the end to be specific.
but before that, it gives u one last stretch - trust me on that, it's not our bad, it's quite a stretch. so hold on tight you undergrads.

what's done cannot be undone. so holla if u sense the pun. aights, tts just for fun.
here's the bulk of the meat of the bun:

EU started on a bad note. nothing to do with the notes. just one or rather two bad notes. but guess what folks, continue to probe, i'll still try hard to smoke and get u doped, for these bad notes, are all over the globe. i ain't a pope, to change the globe.
EU retook some sheets of shit, which eu can't ditch. analytical preach, somehow ain't that cheap. hang on tight u "B" peeps. there'd be stage where u'd bitch, AS's sucha dick, it's at the end when i start to pick, the answers to those sheets of shit.
EU got bombed. that comms bomb, went 11 weeks long, before the final bomb - where u stood alone in that dorm, of prof tom - turned u just that little fond. peace to ya'all next in line for that frontline dorm, it's ur turn to sing tt song. some takeaway from comms; it can be a norm, if u get fond, of that frontline dorm.
EU hit 22, on that fateful stool. good job fools, it's a lovely tool - a cake with a missing tooth, is what i call a groove of a spoof. for that spoof u pulled, i'm smiling this instance as i groove.
EU brought about a change. a chain of changes. from the drain to the grains for some fame.
EU prays, for the day, when the stars start to say, "there'll be this day, when nerves don't frey. and the sky's not grey."
EU psyched and tried. it's the hike. that i dike. not the finishing line with my bike. aights, i mean my 4-wheeled bike.

as the first summer falls. the hope for that group playing that same ball, singing that same tune down the hall, still stands tall.
night's y'all.