Could it just be a piece of paper after all?
Long nights, tears and frustration
What can be a blessing can be a curse
When no success comes after the tribulation
Who am I to complain?
Another college cry baby graduate
Who couldn't capitalize on a career
So on this desk full of dust, this degree shall sit
Just the first of mama's children
Sold me the dream, I bought it
Trying to break the cycle
All the ambition & determination, I got it
What I lack is the chance
Just the opportunity
Caught in this world,
But of course for no one is there immunity.