discrimation
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To the boy on the bus,
with the thick brown hoodie and the old running shoes and the wireframed glasses
and the ripped jeans that started at the knees
when you bought them
but strecthed to your lower thigh.
When Christopher Columbus discovered the new land, he really thought it was oh-so-grand
Of course, now, if he could see what it's become, he'd smile proudly at a job well done
You think you're above us all, you think you're so special
You think you're top shit ‘cause of your academic level
While it's good to have all of your shit together
Having high grades doesn't make you any better
What would you change?
What would I change?
I'd chage the way peole think,
Get rid of the unnceccasary judgement.
Who needs that?
Certainy not we.
We have the power to learn,
