The AP system kills love

I don't care about you

All i want is perfect grades

To be better than the few


I want to rise to the top 

That is my drug

The ecstacy of  that 4.0

Feels better than any hug


You think I was born this way?

No, I was made

Freshman year. the day we got class ranks

That memory that will never fade


They don't care

Unless you're at the top

Those hungry piranhas or students would love to

bite you and watch you drop


So, no I don't blame you for this addiction

The elitism, the corruption of teens

But i ask that you end it

Before you graduate another 500 machines


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