University for shmucks
So many pressures to be perfect
so little time
riding on feelings of euphoria
to get the high
And as i walk along my face begins to lose its shine
i want to understand the happiness that is mine
capitalism has me feelings things i need to be
it seems like everywhere i go theres a wall i see
but if i pretend that it dont exist im stupidly
living in silence of the truth of what i cant see
I cant believe that this is America
Its such a shame that idiots can damage ya
try to explain it as a social phenomena
when really its just ignorance and pampadah
dont give me bullshit like its cultural lenses
its just humanity
the real understands it
Your Universities just pump out all this bullshit
in an attempt to squash reality with pulpit
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