Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?

Verse 1:
Grew up in the projects,
Just a subject of circumstances,
Sentenced to a life,
That’ll never be filled with roses.
All I’m left with is the thorns,
Barred from the suburbs, by white picket fences,
And if I ever step out of line,
I’ll end up arrested!
(****)
Heading off to a school,
Filled with metal detectors,
Heading off to a school,
With run-down classroom centres.
With no money for pool water,
With no money for computers,
With no money for highly educated teachers,
With no money for restorative features.

Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?

Verse 2:
Grew up in the suburbs,
Where everything is neat and structured,
Sentenced to a life,
That’ll always be pampered.
All I’m left with is whipping my own ***.
Unbarred from no fences, with no issues when venturing upward.
And if I ever step out line,
Honestly, I would be fine.
As I have enough money to escape any fine.
(Haha)
Heading off to a school,
Filled with pocket protectors,
Heading off to a school,
With exceptional classroom centres,
With gigantic swimming quarters.
With top of the line computers,
With the most renowned and qualified teachers,
With enough money to always do renovating features.

Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?