Synthesizin' a disquisition on strife and commonality,

thinkin', "bet this prof only cares about his salary",

50 grand for tuition, the man don't mind reminding me

Oh it's okay you say? FAFSA got me?

Wishin' that was true coming out the Lonestar lobby

It's okay you say. In four years I'll have a job... Probably.

Now my mentality is, "how am I gonna make it?

C's might earn degrees, but this prof won't let me take it."

But I think that maybe one day I'll be feelin' gravy,

Uncomplimentary and given homework on the daily,

Now I don't see the point in establishin' all this bread,

'Cause what this prof don't see is that one day we'll both be dead.