This goes out to:The classmates, that I hate – that came up missin’The Jeb, the George – the black vote dissin’
The frat bruhs, the sorors – Representin’ in the shadeThe drama, ya mama – the fi-nancial- aid
Expensive books, with no cash – but somehow, I done itThe lames, the games – the march-in’ one hunn-ud
The homecoming concerts – that’s six hours lateThe caf lady smokin’ Newports – while she fix your plate
They don’t know, how it beeeeeThey don’t know, how it beeeee
And what about all the:Foote Hilyer jesters – that must hate the studentsThe exceptions to the rule – that ask how ya doin’?
The women, the finest – that you’ve ev-er seenThe studies, ya buddies – The orange, the green
Professors, good and bad – the haters, the lonersThe SBI mentality that makes us workers, not owners
The clothes, the set-time – the fussin’, the frontin’The pro-blacks demandin’ – you stand up, for sometin’
The good times – the mo-ney that’s miss-in from checksThe true love, the heartbreak – we’ll never forget!!!
They don’t know, how it beeeeeThey don’t know, how it beeeee
Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dat.Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dat.Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dat.Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dit. Dah-dat.