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Textbooks older than my mama's dreams
Ceilin' tiles moldy, but they sell us esteem
We care, they say, while the ceiling leak
And the lunch got more plastic than meat
Metal detectors guard the front door
But no nurse if you sick, no heat when it pour
AP locked behind zip code bars
Private school kids shootin' for Mars
We study from scraps while they get chrome
We memorize struggle, they inherit the throne
Report cards don't show what we face
Tryna find hope in a test we ain't shaped to ace
Chalk dust, floatin' in the light
Tryin' to learn while we fight
They write our future in erasin' ink
But we still rise, on the brink
(We still rise... we still think)
He got dreams but no clean desk
She got grades but no safe rest
Counselor's gone, budget cut deep
But they call us lazy when we fall asleep
No field trips, just field notes
Lessons from life while the budget chokes
Substitute teachin' every week
But the lesson plan's how not to speak
They push the pledge, not the plan
Say "equal chance" with blood on their hands
Education or incarceration - pick
It's all pipeline math, just a system trick
Chalk dust, floatin' in the light
Tryin' to learn while we fight
They write our future in erasin' ink
But we still rise, on the brink
(We still rise... we still think)
No child left behind... unless they black, unless they broke
Unless they live where budgets choke
Where dreams dry up in test prep smoke
We teach each other in the cracks and gaps
Revolution scribbled on notebook scraps
She learned more in a rap than the whole year's text
He found truth where the system left
We don't need chalk - we write with flame
No degree can define the name
No bell can cage the way we learn
In this classroom, we overturn
They gave us chalk dust.