We are not free
We are slaves to the system
When we as for help
You just pretend to listen
But when we speak out
We as individuals are shut put

So go ahead and tell me where you went to college
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, which is your knowledge
You tell me that I don't have potential
I don't give a **** about your ******* credentials

But still
You shove it down my throat
expecting me not to choke
you expect me to listen to you
when you won't even listen to me

Now here I am

What if you heard that the next day I chose the rope instead of the books
Do you feel how wrong this looks
What would you do then?
Would you still be sipping drinks in your den
Or would you realized that you should have handed me a piece of paper and a pen

STILL
You continue to feed the flame

So I say **** the system
They won't listen