Its Implied


This government’s economy has the vanity of my insanity

Givin’ rich kids free rides while they can't even cover my book fee

Financial Aid said I'm too rich to be poor

You gotta be practically pissin’ in the same pot you drink from

If you wona be blessed wit some income

Rich brains with poor salaries

Who the heck do they think is going to take over this economy

When people like me can't even get money to go to a Ivy league

Since day one, they say slave over them grades

But now that I've slaved over them grades I'm too "rich" to get aid

Now I'm a slave to this rage. This government got me played.


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