Paul Rarity - Another Slave Lyrics

Classes in session, education underrated
Examination for promotion, overrated
Degrees to the system is highly anticipated
Undergraduates waiting for their lives to be graded
Our minds are bound, yes incarcerated
The system was invaded and has been dedicated
To greed, pride and hatred, it's being upgraded
Levitated to heights we can't really see where it's headed
Feeling so educated, 5 stars it's been rated
Graded and stated, neither open to be debated
Feeling so jaded cuz my life was adumbrated
In those before me so esteem (Air-steam) is not saturated
You can't burst my bubbles! it's Perforated
With minds manipulated and arms amputated
Even when I get the keys I still can't be emancipated
From this picture we painted and frames we've created
Life is too short
You ain't gat 2 shots
Keep your head up, Stay ready
And do your push ups
Putting in the work from Am to Pm
I'm yet Another slave to the system
Hello miss education, yes I've a question
Do I have to climb the hill of school to meet education
I was class sick (Classic) so they said I missed education (Miseducation)
Life's premonitions killed my cheap infatuations
Shout out to Lauryn, let me preach education
An African schools in Asia, we all fit the description
Tho I'm home sick, school is not the real medication
I do it for my own kids, my pre dedication
In the business of life, school is a liability
See the price is your ability in respond to reality
Giving you equity of responsibility
Of a life that's ends at forty and begins after university
Our lives is based on papers we're in love with inks Colourful trees
This take us back to eve
The lost of the flesh and eyes, the pride of life
This is food for thought, stick to the diet, don't take a bite
Life is too short
You ain't gat 2 shots
Keep your head up, Stay ready
And do your push ups
Putting in the work from Am to Pm
I'm yet Another slave to the system
Life is too short
You ain't gat 2 shots
Keep your head up, Stay ready
And do your push ups
Putting in the work from Am to Pm
I'm yet Another slave to the system
From the womb to the tomb
We're doomed with a wound
We've been sued with a the proof
That the issue is me and you
We're deep lovers, backstabbers, dream chasers, fake status
Born to die
It's ironic how the sign of life is when a baby cries
And the toil of life, gives the strength to fight
Steady chasing, we all wanna bees, Chasing fallacies
Breeding colonies, Making enemies, Chasing fantasies
Eating all of it just to burn some calories
Living for the next meal, living on treadmills
Steady on the run, Steady tryna get on
Yet coming to find out we're still on the same spot
Playing the same old game, We all play that sport
Yea Life, the school of hard knocks
No prom so you don't get to wear a tux
To the yungins
Don't grow up too quick
Don't blow the candles out
It's cold and dark world
You gat to Stay warm
I look around and see a lot men with dead dreams
I dream like a child and act like a man, no daydreams
My fear is to end up in a cubicle
But I know is one the steps to get to the pinnacle
Process is not a miracle
I sat down with my lady to count the loses and what it would cost me
If I really wanna do this or if I wasn't
She asked me, I said yes this is what I'm passionate about
And if the ride gets crazy, baby you hop out
She looked me dead In the eyes and said at this point of my life
I want some definite goals and plans for life
Real expectations over fantasied dreams
Like if or not this music gon' make ends meet
Grew up among great men
All I wanted was just to be them
I grew older I saw the real them guess we all need help
Till we get back to Eden
I'm yet another slave
Till we get back to Eden
I'm yet another slave to the system