“Get your degree, son,” they told him,
“And then you’ll be free, son,”
So that’s what they sold him.
And now they can hold him
Hostage,
‘Cause it’s not over yet.
“Go to college,
Let them collect your debt.”
Get a good job, they taught him,
‘Cause that’s what you should do.
Education has bought him
No good jobs—He’s sought them.
Empty,
Is all that he can come up with,
Resenting
How he now is forced to live.
“Why are you yelling? Can’t you see,
We’re too busy selling
Your future on Wall Street?
You call all our greedy
Choices
The reason for the state that we’re in, but you’re
Voiceless
‘Cause we will not hear what the newsman just ignores.”
“Get your story straight,” they now say
Like they once said, “Clean your plate.”
Police move tents away,
Keep order with pepper spray,
Igniting
A movement that terrifies the upper class,
And lighting
An inferno that dares for once to ask...
“Get my degree, sir?” we’ve realized,
“What about this is free, sir?
What’s so good about the good life
At the price of people livin’ hood life,
Starving
So I can have all the finer things?"
Alarming,
Isn’t it, when all these “whiners” start to sing?
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