[Chorus]
Wake up
Get your cake up, man
It's morning time

Get your pens
And get your paper
Don't forget to draw in between the lines

Cause the Major that you majored in don't
Make no money
But you won't drop out because your mom would look at you funny

[Verse]
Cause there's no way you're jumping out of college
I mean your whole family would look at you like you're a joke
Even if I peg dreams in my notebooks, meant for my math notes

I'm supposed to be right here
I'm supposed to put down the notebook and pick up the career
I'm supposed to put my dreams in the back seat
And put my car in full gear

Heading towards that bright future in all that starts here
College, a university of: "Get off my couch girl you need to get a goddamn job!"
You need help? Um, here's your base:

First, let's go trade in your fears of a financially unstable future and let's pick out a briefcase
And don't you worry about that poetry sheet
You gonna reverse place in this rag race
The economy always has a place for people that leave their dreams at the bus stop

Let's get rid of the doubt in your face
By replacing your dreams with some shit
You ain't ever wanna chase
But in the meantime I be running

I be running. I be running?
Running? Running? Running. Running!

I'm chasing down my professors for a grade change
Finals and GPAs
But don't you worry you'll be okay
Cause I mean hey, you chose this way

Even if they tell her they gonna see her in the movies and plays
Jell, some even be betting on Broadway
But what good is potential if you don't even see yourself that way?

Even stop praying
Thought all prayers sounded the same
Now tell me that ain't insecure
The concept of school seems so secure
Sophomore, three years
Then pick the career

Cause God even asked his angels to pull out a degree to show worthiness for their wings
And I been banking on a miracle

I'm hoping that the question my professor just asked me are scribbled in between my lines
But, algebra don't have nothing to do with painting the sky black in the day time
Or wishing I could skim the heavens firm and over

Just to see if my grandmama back there making collard greens for soldiers
Or throwing away that old chemistry book to write down that hook that's been playing
Hopscotch in the corners of my mind
Wanna know if God's in the image of this child
And if God is afraid of the dark and if not, why's he using stars at night for nightlights?

I peel the sky over and see the spark
Man, I've been drawing places that existed
Before time had numbers
Wanna know where day dreamers go when the day is upon us

And the difference between life and living in slow motion
I wanna know where wishes sleep
After dandelions have lost their wings in their way to heaven
Wanna know what happened after God's seventh day of speaking this world into existence
Wanna know what happened after God's seventh day of speaking this world into existence
Wanna know if that same rope that did the lynchings
Are still tied to that tree that the paper in notebook came from
Cause I can't seem to move either

That tree has us both by the neck and the wing
And I can't even seem to grab on to the D of my dreams
Most days I just be, I just be sitting in class with a heart on empty and a body on idol
And a mind looking for the next title of my next poem

Man, shit!

Have you ever felt like you just, don't belong?
Or that you were made for so much more than these office cubicles can hold you?
Or these crowded classrooms cannot hold you?
Cannot contain the wings that take off when they want to
Man, most days I wanna fly...

And I hate gravity, I hate gravity
And I hate gravity and expectations for my next paper holding me down
And wings get so heavy after be waiting around campus for an act of dreams
So, when I really think about it…

I must go, I must leave
I must go, I must leave
I must go, I must leave
Because my next class, starts at three

[Chorus]
Wake up
Get your cake up, man
Don't forget to read your lines
Paper, pens, and pencils gotta color between the lines

Cause the major that you majored in don't make no money
No money
No money


[Outro]
Tell me that ain't that insecure
The concept of school seems so secure

(But it ain't!)