The Cost of What's Broken
The system is broken
And it'll be forever before I'm softspoken
I'm broke again, what the fuck is this?
Since when is education reserved for the rich?
Lemme break it down for you:
Thirty-six hours a week,
Sixteen hours of class,
Working three jobs
It should start a goddamn mob
Professors don't care,
They pile book top of book
You better beware:
Education is the crook
It'll be more than a few years 'fore I'm off the hook
So pass me another joint,
I just need something to calm my nerves
And I'll make one last point:
The poor observe that they deserve so much more than they can afford
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