I think it's time I take a shot at this education system/
It's not my fault mom, voices made me to do it/
Just like these teachers tell us to color in the lines until it's time to change this confusing curriculum around/
And, inside the lines is now bad because, we're supposed to start using creativity/
The same creativity, they shunned when I pushed my crayons around the page like my little slaves of happiness/
They told me I cannot do as I please with these markings and it surprised me because everyday they tell me I can be whatever I want to be/
An do, whatever I dream and yet my dreams are the same dreams stuck in-between reality and/
That's stupid/
When the 5th grade teacher tells you your fourth grade teacher taught you math improperly so it seems like a whole year wasted/
When you have all A's but had test anxiety during the FCAT/
When, professors get paid to tell you "I don't know" and "the assignment is on blackboard"/
When they tell me that they are not hear to teach, they are here to facilitate/
And yet, I'm spending money to learn only to teach myself through a book/
So essentially I could have stayed home because bitch I already know how to read so what the fuck do I need you for/
And, tuition goes up every year without hesitation when will this taxation without representation be looked down and, forsaken/
For the sake of the children growing up we need to/
Break the previous statements because even what is written in stone/
Has the potential to break and be set in steel and gold and diamonds/
I go to academe for four years and have only gotten/
The runaround for my finances and more sleepless nights than the entire nocturnal universe/
And ooh it hurts when/
You gotta decide if you want money to eat or money for books/
We give these crooks 4 years of our lives, 4 years of finances and 10 years of debt/
In return I get a piece of paper saying, this monkey here can do X, Y, & Z/
And these niggas don't even see that it's all a scheme/
This is a racket built for the cream/
This school just made 9 hundred thousand dollars off a football team and no doubt I'll never see a dime of that/
These professors profess nonsense and can't be fired regardless of performance because their tenure/
And when I'm about to graduate I'll have 10 years of debt and 3 failed classes/
Thanks a lot/
But what really pisses a man off is the restrictions to the living, to the classes, to the extra curricular meetings when I pay you thousands/
and I'm 19 going on 50 with these life problems/
When, the professors expect so much and put in so little and you can see the bitterness in their eyes when you walk in late/
They don't even realize you, might have prior engagements that could possibly change the course of time/
But of course in time these professors have facilitated learning so much they forget what it's like to be human/
The inhumanity is disgusting and they wonder why we're stuck cussing at them for missing 3 classes in 9 weeks/
One funeral, one wedding, and one day you just didn't have the energy to show up/
That's all it takes to fail a class nowadays/
And financial aid has an entire department and endless days to give me my fuckin' money/
I want my fuckin' money/
And of course our desperation is seen as ignorance and hostility/
But have you ever went to sleep with so little to eat, you don't even remember what you had to eat last night/
When these teachers tell you your hear to learn but aren't here to teach and get they paycheck every week everything is peachy ain't it/
a PHD in misery is what I'm about to achieve/
A PHD in liberty is what I'm out to receive/
They say chivalry is dead but/
Really I think it's academe 'cause I got women holding open doors for me and it's 2013/
So. Next time am assignment is due I just want this school to ask/
How far are they away from breaking down and breaking free/
We are the new slaves with not one revolt/
Just columbines with assaults/
And we not even taking aim at the real issue/
The/
President in his office the/
Board members/
The/
Facilitators of learning/
And everything in-between/
I'm just a youth with a collar and a dream/
Raised on collard greens and macaroni and cheese/
I'm supposed to be smiling for this graduation picture but I'd rather frown/
Just to remind myself what it's like when your in academe/
When a 2.5 and community service is what I need to explore anything other than books and drugs/
And they wonder why I'm in the club every Friday/
rubbing on a young lady with a ring on her tongue/
To The younger audience I'm sorry in advance if by now I haven't changed your future/
But if I don't have a college degree they won't listen to me/
If I don't have a PHD they won't listen to me/
So I pray that you listen to me because when I do have that PHD I will try my hardest to make things right/
And try to listen to you all/
And if I don't then my plans got tangled along the way somewhere/
And I allow you to take the tangles in my hair and break my face where you see fit/
Because the misfit who fought so hard to make your tears end has added to the shake in your voice/
And the, tremble in your body/
I'm looking now an I can see the trembles in your bodies from the authenticity of everything I have said/
And yet so much more is to be said/
If I fail you, I allow you to take my head/
