The numbers and numbers, they're just piling on
cuz i have word problems, with my styling form ..
my problems expone to multiply and increase ..
teacher challenging this, is why he's deceased
the lies do increase, they delay with the hate
till they reach infinity, like an upside down eight
i relay him my fate, and I try to solve it in class ..
teach always said, world revolves around math
right, we agree, 'out numbers where'd we rightfully be?
cuz we'd have to instead get a writing degree
other subjects glower at me, they resentfully stare
..so I'd be greatly upset with no parentheses there
the brackets cover them all, canvas the brothers ..
when i can't solve a problem i just cram it with others
in the back of my brain, numbers are harboring me
i couldn't Stanfor it & hadda get a harvard degree
the x's and y's i claim for myself, have fear of no one
couldnt type if cpu's werent made with zeros and ones ..
i hit the nail on the head, in back it gives pleasure
cuz i couldnta done it without an accurate measure ..
one day the decimals came, now theres decibel fame
disturbing your hearing level i wrestle my claim ..
and say math is the key, yall are needin enlightening
cuz who the fuck can survive off reading and writing?