Only The rich can afford to be alive
while im working my life away to afford to survive
crushing our spirits to get a letter grade
The daily grind is grinding me chapping up my brans until i cant think
Theres no point in thinking if I cant work
They drown me in the fucking dirt
rather be here then up in this world
since when does the the alphabet decide my future
why does green paper decide if I live or die
Someone please tell me why
Honesty, integrity are dirty fucking lies
I only have enough energy to cry
