I’ll start slow and easy ‘cause you see
I’m new to this, like, ranting’s breezy
But rapping about things can get too cheesy
I’m no Eminem but I’m not even Yeezy
Or Lin Manuel Miranda- that guy’s the OG
Like, I’ve been Hamiltrash since the start of FIITJEE

And I’ll admit my time there wasn’t that fun
But studying was the point and we had a good run
I studied, I guess, and it wasn’t that tough
But when I got to IIT, things got a bit rough
For one I realised that people around me are torn
Lives they didn’t control, now they were a bit worn
Out but they still wanted to make the most of it
Like we’re in college now, and life just got lit
Like when your leash is finally loosened a bit
And you jump with joy, and ruff with excitement
Ruff, ruff but then it isn’t enough
Because soon you see the greater picture
Grades are out and the results? A mixture
Then you ask a friend how they’re doing
And you compare and soon you’re calculating
What does this test mean for my GPA?
Is this course gonna be an easy A?
Or a B? Or maybe C and in that case
Where in my class do I place?
Where do I stand, here and outside?
Then you put all the other stuff aside
Hit the books more and try to focus
But sometimes the grade won’t show us
What we really put in on all those late nights
The coffee-fueled struggle, but that’s alright
What really hurts sometimes though..
Is when it won’t show
The learning. The real learning for yourself
Like something that isn’t straight off the shelf
When you feel ideas or opinions develop
Thoughts that can sometimes completely envelope
Your mind and when you’re smart and creative
Like an informed decision, but not reiterative
Brand new, something that hasn’t been stated
In a book, by a parent, or by a teacher
Not by a classmate or even a mentor,
That’s what education should be for
Well... it tries its best.

Don’t mind me, I’m sorry,
I’m just getting a few things off my chest I must confess
I’m new to this, and if you miss
The point in all this then I must admit
Well...I’m trying my best

That may have hit too close to home
I’m sorry, I guess I just got in the zone
Sometimes I questions things too much
My friends can be my emotional crutch
That, and bingeing on shows and such
But you know, I think we don’t really touch
On these things as much as we should
Today’s kids know more than they could
A few decades ago and that creates
A living duality, a weird state
You’re supposed to be innocent and happy
When you’re exposed to Insta and Snappy
And all the lives much better than yours
A worldwide competition and your self-esteem scores
Pretty frickin’ low. We’re not made for this
Artificial enhancement of all of life’s gifts
A surplus of everything but then nothing means
What it used to, when we lived within our means
Beauty, glamour, fashion, trends galore
Notifications telling you what’s new in store
Every second and how much you need it
An ad tells you what shows to be watching
The music to listen to, news worth reading
You read mentions of rape, wars and great loss
Then within a click, an ad for lip-gloss
And suddenly your whole worldview’s screwed
It takes a lot more to lift up your mood
Mental health is steadily on the decline
If they’ve noticed, they don’t need to wonder why
No secret: the kids aren’t alright
Well… they’re trying their best.

Don’t mind me, I’m sorry,
I’m getting a few things off my chest I must confess
I’m new to this, and if you miss
The point in all this then I must admit
Well… I tried my best