Automatic Educational Treadmills

All these people talking 'bout education,
makes my mind go back to them messed up days again,
one of my teachers had a chair thrown at her
when her neck was in a cast,
Some would say for the book to be thrown back
at this violent youngster is too little to ask,

But looking back I remember his parents had split,
must've been hard for his mother,
living in a country alienated by a language barrier from a better life
while her sons wreak havoc under cover,
of darkness he embraces gangster mentality as
he can't cope with the briefness of mortality,
living to escape the pain and loss of his father,
Goes from victim to bully, one day gangland martyr,
and it ain't cool to be clever,
people who need support, family stability, encouragement-
look at geometry and say whatever,
fuck Pythagoras' Theorem,
commit crimes and sprint away from the boydem,
and fuck going on time and sober to lesson,
blazing is awesome but there's a time and place for your session,
for red-eyes sunglasses are their form of discretion,

and while I'm ranting about the sorry state of youth life,
I wanna take time to say fuck the BNP, I ain't white,
but how easy do you think you can turn a liberal public
to an aryan republic,
It's too late now to talk about ethnic british staying here,
Britain, once a blood soaked colony, cowering in ignorant fear?
Fat chance, cuz word hit the ear,
for anyone with a brain to jeer
at the sight of Nick Griffin down a sniper scope,
we all originated from Africa anyways, any division
by culture or colour is just a joke,
Fuck it, we're all human,
we all want to get by and do what we can,
can-do attitude to believe in hope till our last breath,
but I can taste the blood-lust in the air,
let's nuke each other till there's nothing left.