Do we really need school

THEY SAID WE NEED SCHOOL, SO WE DROWNED IN PAPER AND SINK AN INK. BUT I COULD TELL YOU RIGHT NOW THAT MY KNOWLEDGE IS PROFOUND AND EVEN MORE IN DEPTH TO THIS SOUND. I’M A TRUTH SEEKER, AND BY THE SOUND OF THIS IT’S ALL LIES. WHEN THEY GRADE US; I FEEL LIKE WHEN A MAN IS TRYING TO DEGRADE US. ONE NO BRAIN, TWO NO LOOKS; MIGHT AS WELL PUT A PAPER BAG OVER THAT, THREE, FOUR AND FIVE YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE AS LOW AS TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND DEGRADE THE VALUE OF YOUR SOUL. SIX, YOU TAKE YOUR PICK. SEVEN COME BACK, EIGHT IT’S NEVER TOO LATE, NINE I’M COUNTING BACK THE TIME WHEN YOU LOST YOUR MINE…..TEN DANG YOU’RE A LUST FULL SIN THE WAY YOU BEND TO MATCH HIS TRIMS AND HIS RIMES; CONFLICTING WITH HIM OVER MONEY AND GEMS.. AND THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL A DIME PEACE; TRY ME, I SAY FORGET THE LEASH I’M A BEAST AND I FEED OFF THE HIGH OF LIFE; WHILE WRITING MY SINS ON THE BACK OF THE DEVILS SKIN. WHEN I DIE I WANT MY MOUTH TO BLEED WORDS SO THAT I CAN BLISSFULLY SERVE ALL THE THESE MOUTHS UNHEARD TAKE THE HAND OF RAPPER AND SHOW THEM A DISASTER; SO THEY COULD HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO WRITE ABOUT THE STEADY NEED TO CLIMAX FASTER, I ANT NO POSTER; BUT A PROFIT OF GOD. YOU MIGHT THINK I’M INSANE, JUST CHILL I STEEL THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF YOUR GRILL, YOU GONE BE SICK BY THE END OF THIS THRILL. YOU NEED PILLS. I TAUGHT GREEKS AND ROMANS, I SPITE HEAVY LIKE I’M SPITING A SERMON. KICKED WITH MY OHANA LIKE LELOW AND STICH YOU CATCH MY GLITCH, YOUNG NEW POET MY NAME IS BRI THAT’S ME AND I’M A NEW INVESTMENT TO THIS SPIRAL SEED.