Oh bother.

"And all these years, all y’all been doing is strangling the life out of my bank statement, leaving my pockets as empty as parking lots. Professor Willie Lynch taught you well, huh? Keep the body, take the money. Force feed my people deception and failure. Condition our brains to malfunction at the sight of success. Just keep the cycle going. Make us pay for an education that will end up failing us. Put us in debt so we’re giving back the money we’ve earned from our back-breaking work. This seems all too familiar. Sounds like the rust of shackles locking their way onto my degree. Sounds like the Thirteenth Amendment in reverse. Lecture halls shouldn’t feel like cotton fields, shouldn’t sound like muffled freedom songs trapped in the jaws of a generation’s dream. Oh, it all makes sense. Give us enough to get by but not enough to provide for ourselves. Keep us psychologically feeble so we lose our purpose in the process. Stop thieving our aspirations out of our sleep. Don’t call it financial aid if you’re not helping anyone with it. We have fought. We have fought way too hard to let green paper build a barricade in front of our futures. I will not let you potentially rob food out of my children’s stomach. Best believe I’m going out blasting. I ain’t no killer, but don’t push me. I wish it didn’t have to come to this, but I have to for my cousins in Haiti who don’t even know what a college looks like, for my best friend Raymond sitting in cell block nine, instead of a university, for the nooses hanging my GPA by its neck.
There is no other option.
There is no other way.
Just please put money in the bag. I just want to go to school, man. I just want to get my education. I just want to learn. I just want to grow. Put the money in the bag please. Just put the money in the bag."