MSIT Rap...

I go to this place,

They call MSIT,

For the past three years,

It’s been a home to me.

The first few months,

Were all right as rain,

I had a good time,

My ass wasn’t in pain.

But at the first year’s end,

Things started to get tough,

My eyes were opened,

To a load of lies and bluff.

I got into some shit,

Cause shit’s what it is,

Trying to do something nice,

For fuckers not listening to this.

I worked my ass off,

For pointless things,

Making my home better,

Like a ragdoll on strings.

I was told to stop,

Cause I was wasting my time,

I wish I’d listened,

And aborted my crime.

And a crime it was,

Or so everyone felt,

The folks I worked for

Got me below the belt.

The stuff I did for the college,

Like fresher’s and fests,

Forums and magazines

Were treated as pests.

I don’t know why I persisted,

On my path of folly,

Clearly it was a mistake,

To make my hellhole more jolly.

I just wanted to see

My home, my college… shine

My institution by its name

Be noted as fine.

I did my best

But that wasn’t enough

Everything I did

Made the scene more rough.

A cultural evening

Was branded a waste of time

A college magazine was a way

For folk to make more dime

I was dragged to a hearing,

To answer for my sin,

Told I should have abandoned,

Helpless kids for my own skin.

I was berated for my attendance

Which admittedly is low,

By a part time politician,

To whom classes are for show.

I was charged with rudeness,

Because I spoke back,

To a man who insulted me,

For no reason beside his lack.

My juniors were suspended

And forbidden to take part,

In an event we were working on

By the whims of an old fart

Some genius questioned me

About what I’d do

If someone badmouthed,

One of my schools or two.

I told him that slander

Wouldn’t affect me at all,

And with an engineer’s wit

He feigned appall.

He translated my statement

To reflect indifference

To the affairs of my college

And my contemporary’s offence

It’s strange, if he was right,

Why I’d tried talking

My juniors out of the trouble

My faculties were cooking.

They accused me of taking

Their students from their midst

When they took their pleas

To one who tried to assist

Cause who would seek help

Of the ones they flee

The ones who get off

At their student’s plea

The people who revel

At the fear they cause,

Who prey on the weak

By making new laws.

What do they expect

If not fear and hate

From their many victims

As they stand and wait?

I wanted to make a stand

But I don’t any more

Things need to be changed,

But my will’s hit the floor.

This place has gone to hell

And there let it lie

I’ve done enough for my home

Now let me finish with a sigh.

Let the carcass of my college

Be desecrated to scraps

If none who live within

Care to fight the lapse.

Folks can’t stand and talk

In corridors anymore

Since the faculties all fear

A unity they may restore.

In the wreck of my home

Where students can’t group

For fear of expulsion

By a faculty scoop.

Seventeen hundred individuals

All walk alone,

Frightened and cowed,

By a hundred men’s throne.