Stress from the late work
Stress from no sleep
A childhood I used to have,
one thing worth to keep
As I finish the scribble-scrabble,
two days worth overdue
I turn to see the clock
that reads twelve-o-two
Hustling
Hustling
Down the crowded halls
Just to enter class
Where my grades decline and fall
Wishing
Wishing
I could be free
Can't pursue for them
I gotta do it
for
me
