Dead Prez – They Schools Lyrics

Produced By: Dead Prez & Hedrush
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Why haven't you learned anything?

Man that school shit is a joke
The same people who control the school system control
The prison system, and the whole social system
Ever since slavery, naw I'm saying?


[Verse 1 - stic.man]
I went to school with some redneck crackers
Right around the time 3rd Bass dropped the Cactus Album

But I was reading Malcolm
I changed my name in '89 cleaning parts of my brain
Like a baby nine

I took a history class serious
Front row, every day of the week, 3rd period

Fucking with the teachers head, calling em racist
I tried to show them crackers some light, they couldn't face it

I got my diploma from a school called Rickers
Full of, teenage mothers, and drug dealing niggas

In the hallways, the popo was always present
Searching through niggas possessions
Looking for, dope and weapons,
get your lessons
That's why my moms kept stressin'
I tried to pay attention but they classes wasn't interestin'
They seemed to only glorify the Europeans

Claiming Africans were only three-fifths a human being

HOOK:
They schools can't teach us shit
My people need freedom, we trying to get all we can get
All my high school teachers can suck my dick

Telling me white man lies straight bullshit (echoes)
They schools ain't teaching us, what we need to know to survive
(Say what, say what)
They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies

You see dog, you see how quick these motherfuckers be to like
Be telling niggas get a diploma so you can get a job
Know what I'm saying but they don't never tell you how the job
Gonna exploit you every time
know what I'm saying that's why I be like
Fuck they schools!

[Verse 2 - M-1]
School is like a 12 step brainwash camp
They make you think if you drop out you ain't got a chance

To advance in life, they try to make you pull your pants up
Students fight the teachers and get took away in handcuffs
And if that wasn't enough, then they expel y'all

Your peoples understand it but to them, you a failure
Observation and participation, my favorite teachers
When they beat us in the head with them books, it don't reach us
Whether you breakdance or rock suede Adidas
Or be in the bathroom with your clique, smoking reefer

Then you know they math class ain't important 'less you adding up cash
In multiples, unemployment ain't rewardin'
They may as well teach us extortion

You either get paid or locked up, the principal is like a warden
In a four year sentence, mad niggas never finish
But that doesn't mean I couldn't be a doctor or a dentist