Gone Almost Forgotten

Sometimes when my mind's lazy I think of you The times that happen are getting quite few Wreaked havoc on my heart What the storm did in its path Sadistically rape my love Then offered a black dove Forged a degree to get by A degree you have to lie How does knowledge make gold When there's a hole in the shoe sole Shame on you big professor You play my money and me a sucker Me the poor illiterate woman Fed clothes and shelter the educated man