The grade in which my life is set
is so unfair to see
your grade me on what you want
and don't see me for me
you think you grade us fairly
but we all have different lives
so how can you think this is fair
when I'm judged by my hair
this life in which you make us live
is close to being insane
on the edge of life and death
being outcast, it's all the same
obey, be good, and do what they say
you'll go fare in this world
but fall through the cracks theres no going back, your left behind for good
now look at the streets
you see them everyday
in the city
in the gutters
those people left behind
being graded once again
by people walking by
so now what do you think
grading one on what you see
judging is a fierce circle
passed down by those before
You'll teach it to your children
and they will pass it on
never ending
ever going
through school
through town
through life
