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Way of Learning


First day of school walk into class

Hoping this teacher aint like the ones I had in the past

Take my seat ready to learn

She passses out a paper

Makes me discern

Students here is a contract to your 4 years of labor

Mess up once and we wont see ya later

Government controlled facility 

I wonder what they gona do to me

Brainwash me to thinking

Learning is all about repetition

I thought learning was soomething new

not something always being abused reused

whats the whole point of this if its never gona be used

Now a days wat you need to survive isnt a mind full of ideas but a degree

You see this is the problem for ME..

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