I don't really understand it

How can people focus, when distractions are so lit

Can't help it, bunking on my tuition to write this

Stupid dreams in my head, can't get them out

Even though the words don't make it out of my mouth

They need me to be strong and stout

But it was a long time ago that I went all-out

No life in me, just the corporeal form

But have to pay the rent of my dorm, gotta go on

Even though I sometimes feel like a stack of cards

That's going to fall and collapse any second

But I feel that I can still keep this up

I can still stay sharp

Still learn to play life's ancient harp

So come on, bring it on, tough life?

Well life is tough

But diamonds can only be made out of the rough

And if I can't handle the rough, I don't deserve this stuff

Rather stay suffocated by the intoxicating brown snuff