That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems
I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles
We ain't buying cds, we striving to live
With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?
Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime
How bout we blow this bit
Put you file for all your dumb shit
Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,
Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope
Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file
Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile
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