Lyrics Diploma - 137

I just want to start off
Addressing question
"Did you have a good time"
About as good as Tim O'Brien during fucking wartime
That doesn't mean I didn't have my fair share of enlightening
Occurrences
In fact it means the opposite
You focusing

Learned real young
That certain letters printed on a paper
Would differently evoke the emotions of kin relations
And a free tongue
Was far more fearsome than a gun or rapier
Especially to those who are the heads of institutions

Fucking flunkee
Just a punk, see
That's why he's pissy
Kindly disregard please
And drink another yummy forty
Drowning in a vat of unproductive terministic screens
Even labels undramatic rip us at our seams

You're no fool
But I do wonder how long at school
Till you are another tool
For the tightening of spool
Essentially, I have the following, frightening question
How long in the furnace till you lose your fucking cool

Okay
I must admit
In crowd I did sit
But I never put my inner emotions into a pit
I did my very best
On every test, I must confess
But I wonder what dreams are sacrificed
When you don't leave your eyes to rest

Sister
I don't think you really got my meaning
When I said that I matriculated and took a beating
I'm referring
To serving
A master undeserving
Of all the tears and sweat I was effusing

Listen real close
Fuck financial aid and their coffers
Sooner would make me a pauper than a fucking doctor
Luckily I had my family to back my movement
Or I would have to take an unsymbolic bowel movement
Upon the tragedy which is the reality
Of a system predicated 'pon the malady
Of false hierarchical wisdom
Into which we play
Cutting hitchhiker's thumb
To see if she'll find her way

I say, predatory
Both your loans and message
Telling me that if I pick the wrong major
You can't-my path-envisage
Or if I go to the wrong university
That somehow I have put myself at the bottom of pecking order
Fuck your order
I'm not an idealist
But I know I don't have to subscribe
To the totem pole you prescribe
I affirm I'm alive
With a volition distinct
I feel and I think
I rise and I sink
I stare and I blink

Furthermore
Seeing power trips of many teachers
Makes one realize how power bears some truly bitter features
All the preachers of your educational religion
I don't respect
I'm a fucking heathen

I just want to reaffirm
Learned a lot of things
Picked up on the psyche
And how the soul sings
Partook of the knowledge
And of the trappings
And I had re-instilled
Life is more than class rings

Met some fine people
Peers, instructors, and some at the chapel
Also have to admit that my enemies were helpful

Therein lies the paradox
Seems that the boons sustained me
While the adversity made me
Isn't that so crazy
Makes one truly wonder
Should I thank my enemies for bangers
Putting all my skeletons on hangers
Giving them a shoutout at the ceremony
Knowing artist and pain
Are locked up in a deadly matrimony

School's not a ripoff
It is a pipeline
Spitting you out, in direction success
But, as with a canal
There's a delivery fine
Maybe you can ponder it
If you get recess

Acceptance doesn't determine the worth of institution
I know many dirty in the clergy granted absolution
So keep tweeting, birdie, how success improved your life and health
Knowing even with your wealth you may not scape your destitution

I'm not hoping to just scare you
I hope there's aught you glean
It just so easy to succumb rushes of dopamine
You see those green marks
Similar effect to that of red hearts
Many guzzling the sap
But I am questioning the bark
Of a kennel quite afraid of when a reading dog does bark
Took a plague to them persuade that clemency they should impart

I suppose it's really true that torches work the best at dark
Spit my runes into the night so all its many wights can hark