MARCUS CREED · Conscious Storytelling Rap
Library CartE
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Lyrics
Drop
(squeak squeak) (here it come)
Hook
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) Squeaky wheel! (wheel!)
Tuesdays and Fridays, C-block, that's the deal
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) No tuition! (none!)
Two books a week, eleven years. You do the addition.
Dictionary first! (A to Z!) Took a year! (whole year!)
Started at "aardvark," man. And I'm still here.
Verse 1
Nineteen, readin' like a fifth grader, hidin' it with attitude
Signed whatever they slid me. Nodded. That's what I would do.
Public defender had six minutes and a stack. Used a word
"Indigent." Said it 'bout me, to the judge. I nodded. Like I heard.
Looked it up two years later. Means poor. That's all. Means poor.
They called me broke in a dead language and I said "yes, Your Honor." Sure.
Mr. Pruitt ran the cart. Lifer. Glasses held with dental floss
Said "read me that page out loud." I couldn't. He ain't laugh. He was the boss
Of patience. "Again." Every Tuesday. "Again." Every Friday. "Slow."
First whole book I finished, I was twenty-two. He said "Now go."
Hook
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) Squeaky wheel! (wheel!)
Tuesdays and Fridays, C-block, that's the deal
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) No tuition! (none!)
Two books a week, eleven years. You do the addition.
Verse 2
Read the penal code like it was mail addressed to me. It was.
Found the line they skipped at sentencing. Filed it myself. Because
I could. Took four years off. Handwritten. Forty pages. Blue pen.
Clerk sent it back twice for margins. I measured. Sent it again.
Now I'm on 103rd with a foldin' table and six crates
Free. Take two. Bring 'em back or don't. I ain't the state.
Little dude, maybe nine, picks the same one every week
Dinosaurs. I said "you know that one by heart." He said "I like to see 'em." Speak.
Mr. Pruitt passed in '19. They don't do funerals in there.
I read out loud that night. Whole tier got quiet. That was the prayer.
Bridge
Read it out loud. (again)
Slower. (again)
Now you got it.
(GOT MY DEGREE OFF A CART!)
Final Hook
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) Squeaky wheel! (wheel!)
Tuesdays and Fridays, C-block, that's the deal
Got my degree off a cart! (cart!) No tuition! (none!)
Two books a week, eleven years. You do the addition.
Dictionary first! (A to Z!) Took a year! (whole year!)
Got to "zymurgy." It's makin' beer. Pruitt laughed for a week. I'm still here.
About “Library Cart”
- Artist
- MARCUS CREED
- Genre
- Conscious Storytelling Rap
- Released
- Sep 21, 2026
- Length
- 2:36
- Content
- Explicit
Raised in Watts, four blocks from the Towers. Read like a fifth grader at nineteen, then learned properly off a prison library cart: two books a week for eleven years, and his own appeal filed in blue pen. Runs a free book table on 103rd and a tile crew of men who came home. Speaks for the people nobody sees.
