The classroom’s the last room to get the truth
The scream that comes from my heart, and from the youth
We don't gain knowledge we just memorize
That’s why our test scores dwindle in size
Even better yet, they can’t believe their eyes
When they see our math scores are number twenty five
Let's increase our spending in education
Let's instead teach differently within the nation
From three to fourteen, I think back to then
To the mold that my family fit me in
To what my mom wanted me to be
Obedient and straight, giving praise to thee
Then from 14 till now something clicked in my head
I started thinking for myself, I was no longer brain dead
I emerged from the mold my family put me in
I’m Bi, disobedient, and there’s no such thing as sin!
Sound on!
Don’t conform, break your molds, think for yourself don’t let them think for you
Don’t conform, break your molds, raise your fists and rise up with us.
Let’s talk about DARE, D-A-R-E
Drugs and alcohol resistance, “Don’t smoke pot like me!”
They all talk about the good things with drugs
How much they sell for, “Man I wanna be a thug.”
All they did was brainwash our heads with information
And make us sing songs to further our education
But the thing that bothers me, most of all
Is our officer got caught, smoking in the hall.
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