�bout the public education brainwashin� machine
they strap you down, put a plug in your head
make you memorize every word they said
better listen up, this goin' be on the test on Friday
study good, its goin' be hard
Wakin� from the dream, a-sweatin� on my face
felling real glad to be up out that place
it was only then, that i realized
and the thought alone brings a tear to my eyes
cuz im there every day, 8:30 to 3:30
7447 Roswell Road
A-rollin to the parkin lot, sangin the blues
bout to enter in the house where insanity rules
step out my car and i goes to lock it
slip my harmonica into my pocket
they would take it away, yall know that
folk music dont promote no educational values now
setin in the commons, just a-chillin with friends
then a bell rings and the fun time ends
we run thru the halls, fast as they can
dont wanna get in the hall sweeps, man
they round you up, put you in the cafeteria
dont even let you go to class
classroom desks in identical rows,
im a-feelin down from my head to my toes
teacher says this, i ask what about that
she says no son and take off the hat
she dont like no headgear,
that don't bother me
the problem is not a fan off class discussion neither
setin in the class just a-tryin to learn
feelin mo' pain than a third degree burn
look around the room, and what do i see
nobody cares about this but me
i said come on y'all
this be our future
they jus� a-tryin� to make us less ignant
standardized tests and the pledge of allegiance
we're mo' corrupt than puritan new england
these schools is run by politicos
whoring education just to get more votes
i believe thats sick
you folks are leaving more chillins behind than ever before