Teachers ask you how you are
"im good, and you" we reply.
Thats because the truth hurts
but if I could say the truth, "im good"
would not be my answer.
"My fathers a runaway fugitive, my mother has cancer.
Im expected to keep a 3.0 average while battling
the wars going on inside my head, and all around me.
my friends make up rumors, my brothers insult me,
and im lucky if I make it to college in one piece.
I come home at 8 everyday. clubs and sports
take up too much time
but I do them anyways, because I just wanna
get accepted to a good college and move out.
My mother may be dying, my fathers probrably dead
theres an evil being inside of my head.
But all that matters to you is if I turned my homework in on time.
You act like you care
but you do it for your paycheck
you stack those D's amnd F's on our table like its all good.
you think of the grade, not the student.
And while were suffering, you make us believe that our GPA
and test scores define who we are, and our worth.
but it doesnt.
And we stress and stress over it like its the only thing that matters.
And then the system wonders why there are so many suicides.
in a world where the rick survive and the poor have to be strong
in order to catch up just a little bit.
So am i good? no, I am not.
But I will keep fighting till I get to the top,
cause now a days, we dont have a choice. And sometimes
the education system, mutes out our voice."