I read a book the other day about public schools in our nation An indictment of our prevailing caste system So many things I've taken for granted Others can't access at all I ditched computer class while others had no books I learned to hate my halls There's holes in walls in schools right in this town Serving the rich, keeping the lower classes down What do I mean by this statement, it seems only too clear With your english class in a bathroom, how well do you think you'd fare? I read of schools so overcrowded no room could be saved Not auditoriums, cafeterias or closet space When a school's income is determined by property tax Well, how much money can you get From poor Mexican and black families trapped in slums? Poor kids need the most attention but they're untaxable so they'll get none And because the system sucks, when the kids grow up They'll have to send their kids back into the system that fucked them It's a cycle that for years has not been broken There's a name for this, it's social reproduction' We maintain this caste system by letting them enforce it We're all flowers growing in a garbage can The teachers tell the kids But how can a flower grow When sunlight's blocked by the lid? Distribute property tax more fairly At least that's a start 'Cause little flowers can't grow in the darkness They need everything we've got