A Day In the Life of a Chicago College Student

I'm tired as I'm about to expire trying to conspire to take my education higher where to the world I am sire I get tired of people getting PELL I'm this, I'm that, I'm there, I'm where; I'm here and about to fail as I go through hell while creditors stalk me through the mail My blood bleeds success but I must confess if I wasn't blessed, I'd be a mess because I'm obsessed with being the best But as life gets hard, I wonder if my start will end before it begins over a test of my heart, The struggle still needs to be fought over freedom of thought While I try to stay Mr. 4.0 somebody can decide my chest needs a zero because of some stuff that wasn't worth cero over some de niro and they really think they Pacino I don't want to be a King or a GD, a Cobra or a BD, a Four Corner Hustla or SGD, I just want to be me and it's hard to do that with walking through these streets because they don't understand peace; all they understand is heat from a piece Why life gotta be so tough? Why I gotta be prove I'm rough? Why people gotta come in my face and talk stuff? Isn't just being black enough? Why when I take these streets guys gotta look at me and wonder if ima turn my hat to the west or the east; why my mind can't be free to study culinary and get off 87th street I pick up a paper and I get scared of terror alert red or anything Bush has said about the children in Africa getting fed or the blood in the Middle East being bled but as my tears turn red because I read about a girl who took lead in the head because she wanted to get ahead and grow up to be a fed at least that is what the line of the head said but she will never be able to come home to her bed Life is a gamble or a try College is suppose to be a smooth ride and that's a lie because I don't know if ima live from the bus ride to the El ride but I'm this, I'm that, I'm where; I'm here