Guns and Roses

Four years and what do I earn?

A lifetime as a corporate slave                                                                                                            in exchange for minimal monetary gains

So now I have this piece of paper                                                                                                                    I've walked across your stage
The dream is attained

But my credit is bad,
Some loan payments have passed
So mom...                                                                                                                                                            Will you finance my car?


Daryl's moving out
Yes he has a degree
he must of bought a house

No

it's a one bed room with no couch
it was either food or the lights
my last candle went out
 

Letters from Stafford read "delinquent on my account"

This is not to downplay the power education

But their is a new stigma called financial discrimination

Their is a way out                                                                                                                                             but you've got to use your head

Or you'll forever sweep up crumbs when you really deserved bread.

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