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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