I look at the kid in row 3,

whose sweat is dripping while he taps his feet.

Dyslexia is causing him the pain

of deciding whether the answer is 89 or 98.

Our teacher just sits in the back of class,

while the kid in row 3 fails math.

To him, that's all we are.

Rows of cash that will pay for a new car.

Pretty soon there will be only rows 1 and 2.

Because 89 was wrong, and the kid decided,

so was the school.