Dear teacher, I know you job is to educate me
How about I teach you while you average out
The numbers on a list that reflect my character
I did the work, and listened, and sat there attentively;
Since this is what will get me the grade.
I am what you call average
I am what my family calls hope
They believe in me
so I do it for them
They’ll sweat blood to pay an admission fee
My mantra: work hard pays off;
The pressure builds on
and college gets costly
My shoulders can't bear the weight of their hopes
You bring the grades down for participation?
After everything and my ascent flavored mouth
with the words I can't pronounce
Rolling them up a hill only to be rolled back down on me
No, not fair
This is why I shout all bitter
Boldly filling out on that questionnaire
That as for your class there are less fucks given.