Stories of every famous people makes my heart ache
As I ponder and wonder when it'll be my break
Coz every night I go back to the same god damn bed
Wishin' upon stars on my head, wishin' to get paid
To take back what I said, wishin' for a mate
Wishin' for memories to fade, wishin' for destiny, fate
Yes I yearn for grades, like my parents earn their reds, but wait
The system wants to educate; it rates, degrades, discriminates
The poor, the dumb, the dumber, the fat and the fattest
Leavin behind those the slowest, exalt he who comes first
I was talkin' about life with people I could trust
About the kind of wife I would get, examples I contrast
Results of a sample I don't trust, if they come out fast
But to you it dun matter, you wonder 'what's the fuss'
Gettin' things done not in days, but in minutes
Wait a minute there's nothin' new to it, let's be true to it
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