Budget Cuts

It doesn’t matter that I average a’s im getting calls from sally mae, harassing me for partial that’s been past due for ninety days. My bachelor’s been on lay away, since 02’, the 24^th of may, my child was born that day, I thought it put me behind, but I forsee much more delay. Shit’s got me feeling paranoid, avoiding the phone if it rings, it might be creditors offering new ways to pull my strings, i had to pawn my momma’s rings so I could start school this fall, and as she preps my wings to fly, so too, she helped me crawl, she went from changing diapers to tying my first tie. She told me not to worry with her worn and weary eyes, this is just another deed I add to all she’s sacrificed. See im my mom’s last action, she’s succeeding through her hijo, after I exposed arnold’s true lies, we got down to total recall. Its boiling down to food for thought, or meals for my stomach, I shouldn’t have to choose which one to pay but this problem’s turning chronic, education is a priority, to the fiscally impaired, or so the politrickers say when running for their share, of power and control, for our souls through our minds, first they derail all our goals just to meet their bottom line, then they want us to ignore all the promises they made. All the hands that they shook, all the speeches that they gave, all the photographs they took, they promised academic gains, at the local elementary but that shit never. Now we are lost fundamentally, cuz funds leave men mentally, impaired until eventually, they sell off our integrity. The voters once gave two billions bucks, through proposition “B”, for education but most of that was stolen shamelessly, these acts and more are brought to you by the letters: L.A.U.S.D. now conformity is the seed that breeds tolerance, agreed? Then our ideas to survive become our ideals to succeed. Which become our goals for success, causing progress to regress, but that shit started way before I couldn’t afford my school debts. I wasn’t ditching class, I got dropped like fallen ash from the fire that ensued from my pocket’s budget crash. As my dreams burn in effigy, at the steps of the capital building, I sit on the steps wondering how I missed my calling. Where’s the promise I was raised on, which the forefathers intended? It was traded through white envelopes with C-Notes bearing Benjamin. They call that special interest, I call for more civil unrest, until there’s a solution, our middle fingers shouldn’t fucking rest. They say public education should become privatized, truth be told, they just wanna prep us for a lifetime of flipping burgers and salting fries. Fuck that, I’d rather flip birds and enterprise, make moves with wise guys, not cause im a cynic, but im tired of these gimmicks, of these fantasies and stories, of false and fabled glory, for now I’ll leave ya’ll in peace, but I once heard a wise man speak: sometimes aggressive action is not only suited, but mandatory.