The Coup - Your Parents' Cocaine lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

History has taught me some strange arithmetic

Using swords, prison bars, and pistol grips

English is the art of bombing towns

While assuring that you really only blessed the ground

Science is that honorable, useful study

Where you contort the molecules and then you make that money

In mathematics, dead children don’t get added

But they count the cost of bullets comin out the automatic

[Hook]

Teacher

My hands up

Please, don’t make me a victim

Teachers

Stand up

You need to tell us how to flip this system

[Verse 2]

Economics is the symphony of hunger and theft

Mortar shells often echo out the cashing of checks

In Geography class, it’s borders, mountains and rivers

But they will never show the line between the takers and givers

Algebra is that unique occasion

In which a school can say that there should be a balanced equation

And then Statistics is the tool of the complicit

To say everybody’s with it and that you’re the only critic

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Social Studies, the goliath to tackle

Which turns into a sermon on simplicity of shackles

Physics is to school you on the science of force

‘Cept for how to break the hell out the ghetto, of course

Home Ec can teach you how to make a few sauces

And accept low pay from your Walmart bosses

If your school won’t show you how to fight for what’s needed

Then they’re training you to go through life and get cheated

[Hook]