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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,