Talking about the way it be,
Education around my community,
Shoving itself down my throat.
It's in tatters,
It's a mess,
And we're all subjugated to be under arrest
And forced to go to a building made,
For workers back in the good ol days.

Yet, getting to the nitty gritty,
Students dont feel like they belong,
Been forced and strung along,
Like beads on a bracelet.
So fragile that they can snap,
And bam back in the cell under lock and key,
Oh I'm sorry I meant therapy.

They can't go talking about their...