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ughh


Sitting here.

Staring at the blackboard.

Thinking to myself "why?"

 

Why sit here wasting time,

Attempting to learn life's triginomical bullshit?

 

Hell it's not like...

Anyone's going to walk down the street,

Trying to find a "natural log"

Of a damn tree!

 

We live in a time...

Where school is considered 

"A piece of shit."

 

And success 

Only comes

When you've managed to buy

The newest Galaxy,

Or the latest kicks.

 

I laugh at fact that...

Our phone are growing bigger,

Than our brains.

 

People can't see their own futures,

Instead 'Siri' predicts it.

People spend their life savings

On a single belt,

Just to look stylish waiting in line for

A welfare check.

 

Believe it or not

There was a time where students

Got all A's.

But that blew over when someone

Spread the plague, better known as

"RAP MUSIC"

 

That loud 

Fucked up

Illiterate shit,

Promotes violence &

Disobedience.

 

Our world excepted it 

With open arms

And ignorant minds.

Now every person

Bearing lips that

Allow the term "nigga"

To roll out

Managed to end up on a hit list.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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