Concrete Jungle

We ran through shy-scraper's maze Amazed at how they set our pace Trapped by lack of space We butted heads through small door frames All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race One day we'd run this concrete jungle Yet upon broken bricks and faulty foundations we stumbled, tripped and fell cause we couldn't spell Expanding vocabulary was involuntary still we had a lot to say School was hell Conforming to the norms of uniforms made us look socially uninformed So we let our shirts hang And awaited applause Moved by the prospect of popularity, propelled by our passion for pathetic glory we rose above assembly filled mornings When failure crashed with brutal force We were not sorry Instead - we subjected ourselves to brand new curriculums 'Lokshin Management Module 1' The jungle was won By those whose books we burned They tried to teach us how to learn They run the concrete jungle Now we wish we could be there Too bad they don't wanna share...