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Oh Teacher of math,  you need to take a bath;  you have a musky old smell,  that makes you class worse than hell.    Oh teacher of math,  you can't teach the class;  your own problems, you get wrong!  how can I pass this class? 
You're dedicated to the whim of your success. If I could be you for a day, I'd tremble to the ectasy of being head first towards the era of the young but you drown in an emotional defeat. Burying yourself in the mist of have-nots.
We walk a fine line, between tolerance and mistreatment Acting so swift with your hair tied up and your back stick straight I can see your pulse elevating by the temples on your lucid face
                                             Teacher, Teacher                                                                                                                 By A.P.A What is there to say?
Life is hard already You make it hard for a girl to pass Sometimes I just want to tell you "Fuck this class." Yes, the F-bomb has definitely been dropped
Ignorance can't teach The endless clock of time ticks We are just too late
Looking at me, you see how hard I try, how hard I push let me tell you why, I'm not beating around the bush Sit down and shut up, keep your remarks and comments till the end
This subject, I love . . . but you teaching it . . . not so much. Why should I have to constantly hear about your family issues? I now know more than
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