These teachers preach and presume on a system of material

but I can't seem to heed the preachings

then I wonder, if they ever been denied cerial

listen better to Gandi's teachings

I hear the lies justify the leaching off the poor

and think who could possibly believe this

and all the while hope the teacher doesn't catch the snores

A cause I believe in, I'll raise my fist

I choose to resist, believe in a better system

One that may or may not yet exist

for it seems, those in charge, can't seem to hear or listen

a lack of love, like one not yet kissed