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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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