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letra de s.c.h.o.o.l (reprise) - ichshia

[intro]
as flowers bloom, we take in new things as we grow
the garden that is school, would water us with new ideas to know
primary seemed above, high seemed to be low
once something to love, books i was glad to hold
on first looks i was sold, quiet in a library
books, the stories they told, that’s where you would find me
friends always so bold, as we played games kindly
i would never be scolded, by wandering blindly
even at square one, i would be taught about the square
when no work was done, i was caught with those who carеd
i didn’t have to run from those who fought and swear
bеcause they weren’t there, the students weren’t high, they shared
now, i pray and hope for help
we’re expected to cope by ourselves
show, not tell, we used to show and tell
feels like i’m being yelled at by the school bell

[verse 1]
six cruel hours of our lives
double take when they say we get half the time
if we don’t attend this place then that’s a crime
cannot make a mistake to get past the line
never needed to learn about the past
nothing’s rocket science but you make it seem like a blast
you don’t even wanna teach this class
i don’t have to learn, i just have to pass
that’s the important thing, right? good scores in the light
good grades all day, no sleeping at night
strict curriculum, airtight, you say you don’t bite
your bark is a worse sight, so with all of my might
i keep it in my head as it gets cut into quarters
school’s a leading cause of mental disorders
anxiety, lack of sleep, apathy about awards
i’m in a personality war, this person for
[verse 2]
yup, i ignore assembly
other high achievers don’t resemble me
i go through my path independently
if i write it out, i don’t get it mentally
homework has never been a friend to me
got other things to do like online buddies
go outside, get my boots all muddy
if school ain’t the place to sleep, home ain’t the place to study
but okay, sit me down in a room
tell me what to do, make me listen to zoom
garden of flowers, they don’t let us bloom
they see what i’m doing, i rose to the truth
they don’t like it ‘cause it’s new
happiness doesn’t come out of the blue
nothing is hair-raising, caillou
you destroyed my mental health, who knows what i might do?
you care for our health? yes
all the work you give us makes us stressed
i heard the silent pain in the test
sick bay ain’t help the pain in the chest
punish us if we ain’t the best
i don’t see why i can’t write less
i don’t want to write longer for no reason
there i said it, expel me for treason
attention spans are slowly dwindling
this generation is going to read the whole thing
spend the whole lesson preaching
nothing useful that you’re teaching
your commerce talk, i’m not buying
health, the subject name is lying
i’m in a high school, drugs i’m not trying
i’m not falling for your attendance bribing
walk into any classroom
notice the original ideas that pass through? none
creativity, unwillingly, all done
no one wants to live life if you can’t have a little fun
and you tell us “bags on the floor
two lines before you reach the door
42 lines, copy off the board
this is your new life~ hey, why are you bored?
no friend groups, i demand silence
why are you high fiving, no violence
as i drone on, better open your eyelids
no working together, or you’ll steal like pirates
i see you chewing, spit your gob out violet
you look so blue, better smile, you’ll be fine if
you deny all your kindness, stay quiet, you’ll find that
you’re doing it all right if you feel like you’re dying”
[verse 3]
i’ve felt sick one too many times
never felt free, for the last time
what’s the time
only 9:05
these six cruel hours of our lives
sever our lives from what we like
everything we hate, we choose in year nine
no one pays attention, god i feel blind
teachers, you enjoy this?
supposedly, this year could’ve been avoided
but you didn’t give the choice, miss
used to play minecraft, now i’ve been voided
i feel like i want to surrender
dragging my mind through this in the beginning
but i feel like school is the ender
and i got a keyboard with musical talent
but n0body gave me sp-ce to enter
building up all of my knowledge
but n0body gave me time to render
i do what i can, if i’m at twenty percent
and give twenty percent, and get twenty percent
i just did my best, but you act like it’s less
wasn’t tryna guess, but you go and press
on my head and i get it, you think i’m pathetic
i sweat when energetic, i’m not perfect, don’t pretend
that anybody ever has been
[verse 4]
hold up, i need a breath
i see this and prefer death
so many years of this, affirmative
but every day feel like i’m getting worse at this
as i’m hurting inside
and i’m not learning inside
feel like bo burnham inside
cause i feel like sh-t, this is the school’s diss
you can’t hide how the world works, now i feel like socko
teachers aren’t here, time for substitute lotto
will i get the indian or the asian
going at me for every idea i know?
it is all the same, i blame the school that hasn’t changed
no difference between its reflection and its shadow
can’t even laugh, haha, i can’t learn
with this lady talking gaga with her heart so shallow

[verse 5]
don’t go claiming that you don’t pull the wool over the eyes of these sheep
give them more screen than they need that they might turn into mareep
economics? time is money, this useless information isn’t cheap
not even interesting, you can’t verbally poison us if we’re asleep
yeah, one last time, six cruel hours of our lives
five days a week, forty weeks a year, wasted just to revise
we can all agree, the biggest abomination known to mankind
funny how you taught me how to write and you can’t read between the lines

[outro]
enough complaining, we need to use it
need a resolution, a solution
enough delusion, enough confusion
take the best ideas of schooling and fuse it
step one, no more assessments
it’s good to know where they’re at, but there’s too much stress when you test it
stress when you expect perfection, by putting marks on every question
open book tests are better to use what you’ve learned instead of guessing
step two, no more essays with long paragraphs
flunked that test, had to be in a specific structure, i had to ask
step three, introduce creativity, it isn’t the hardest
not every artist is a student, but every student can be an artist
might not be dealt all the aces, but spades can make a cardist
all students hurt during a hard test, shouldn’t be about who gets the farthest
i know that i’ve been waging war
through the flaming doors, i know it’s true
but things need to change, need to rearrange
as much as i hate it, and really hate it
it starts with you

- ichshia

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