College woes, feelin like my whole life hurts/
..Every moment I’m irked, and I can’t find a nice word/ My inside yearns, heart cold frozen iceberg/ Can’t even calculate all of the lies heard/ Sittin in class with this dry nerd talkin working my nerves/ Assignments galore, I shrug, and I shirk/ Ask why, and I’m curt, no grade displays my worth/ So ball your lecture up and shove it, stage left its my turn/ To talk back.. cuz I’m sick of playin passive/ Its all crap.. for the manipulated masses/ Well I’m not one of em, cuz I’m not dumb enough/ So hey ok go label me troublesome/ And say I’m too aggressive as a black male/ And say I’m headed to jail on the fast trail/ But u might find out if thats real or all hype/ When i prove your words right on the wrong night/
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