Once upon a time there was a place called school

Where the #1 objective was mainly to be cool

Cool in a school where there's mice and rats and gum on the bottom of every school

But maybe that's the norm

When everything around you is old and worn 

And you see black and brown faces all around you just struggling to perform

With hopes of doing well so they can get stuck in a ditch called debt in a college dorm

But maybe there's hope

You could dribble a ball if your tall 

And try not to get beat up in a stall because your different

Not pleasant is it

When metal detectors are stationed at the entrance 

Makes you feel like you just caught a sentence 

Maybe you did

When the system tries to lead you on a path straight to prison 

And when people make money off your failure then go back to their daily lives 

It leaves you in a class too big in size

But wait!!

What is this i see in Grosse Pointe Farms?

A beacon of hope for my future

Where everyone succeeds and no one a loser

It seems unfair that i'm here 

But then again now everything seems so clear

Go to college 

Get a job 

Have a family right?

But that's not what i was just thinking last night

When I was reminiscing about the school where I had my first fight