Past the thresh hold

You would never believe the terrors in the walls of the institution 

The terrors of exclusion, and confusion in a potion 

My priorities in a gyre I lost all of my devotion

I believed that I was different

I believed that I was the drop of rain that could possibly make the change

But I was met with scrutiny and a plethora  of pain

Listen while the wheels helplessly turn in the craniums of future corporate superheroes pertaining to our kryptonite 

This  five day failure

Instructors blow the flame on the inside that burns and leaves us filled with fumes of smoke no longer lusting for learning 

Day by day enduring test that will contribute to our rest

Students will be able to hope and pray that they are blessed

With a sprinkle of common sense 

And commandeer these bombs that blow up in the faces of bobs who believe that blacks can't do better than

A 9 to 5 and 4 kids 

Because we mask our heritage with true religion and Tuscan leather

And when confronted by our elders we shrug it off with profanity when translated means whatever

 

But I'm the distinction between great greater and best

I am the thinker that thought what would happen if I use that organ that resides in my chest

I will shake this world for better and I won't accept anything less

Past the Threshold 

of the school doors