High School

[Sample: Jaden Smith]
And we're preparing–we're preparing everybody to go to prison through the schools. It's like, "Oh, okay, the people that are not doing good in the grades, oh, you do it like this, oh, you go to detention, dadadada"
There's too many correlations between public schools and prisons
The fact that you have the long hallways, the fact that you have a fixed response to authority, the fact that, oh, there's a specific time when you can go outside and play, and then there's a specific time that you came come back in, and the way that you're notified about that happening is with the bells

[Verse 1]
Look
High school is cheap education
You get what you pay for, it's free registration
High school's the peak elevation
Of the degradation of teens, it's amazing
Every book that we read's hella ancient
No wonder it's got such a weak reputation
Give these presentations with no preparation
Bleak demonstrations of the dedication
To reach destinations and meet expectations
But we're a unique generation
Of deep desperation and sleep deprivation
With four or five weeks of vacation
If you seek explanations
They say that you're being impatient
And need medication, the elimination
Of the innovation you see in the nation

[First Verse]
It's a time you're pressured to savor well
You make your way through hell
But not a savior helps, just gotta save yourself
There's a page to write, but no one is starting
'Cause they rely on knowing a smarty
To plagiarize, there's a major rise
In going to party and showing up tardy
The next day
It's a plight in the best way
A frightening test craze
A stress maze
Learn the right and correct ways
Writing some essays
And spend days
Just fighting depressed ways
It’s like infrared rays
A complex phase
Do I need the best grades?
No, I need some headspace
And my debts paid
High school is crunch time
It's a joke without any punchline
It's a joke as long as the lunch line
And you're at the back
So there's fewer food selections
You do corrections for stupid questions
Trying to improve your test in
The grade book. You might lose elections
But hey, look, dude, you're moving, heading
In a truer, new direction
Making tons of new connections, like two per second
And it's true, your future beckons
Kids tryna get into Purdue or get in-
To some privates like a super lubed erection
I super duper do pursue perfection

[Interlude]
'Cause high schools encourage the pursuit of perfection
Even though there's no such thing as perfect, so it's a futile obsession
Whatever

[Second Hook]
I was a fresh man as a freshman, loud as nails on a chalkboard
Back then I talked more, but I was soft more as a sophomore
Time flies, by June, you're a junior, and soon you’re
Going to have seen yourself made a senior
That's high school, yeah, four years of your tears
Sore ears and more fears and poor peers who pour beers
That's high school, yeah, four years of your tears
Sore ears and more fears and hoping the lord hears your prayers

[Second Verse]
High school. Don't disappear in it forever
These myriads of periods, delirious and fearing kids, but we're in this together
Yeah, clearly this endeavor
Can't be done alone, you seriously better
Make friends, and annihilate your spiteful haters, wait
Why you hate your rivals? They your high school's neighbors. Lie and say your style's greater
The frightful way ya isolate your primal nature, nights of labor, final papers
Meltdowns, like a glacier, a while later tidal waves are why you hate yourself
It's only tolerable 'cause college rules, it's college ruled, no wide ruled paper, hell
International baccalaureate
Is irrational and notorious
Just for having dull and laborious
Strict surpassable classes boring us
It's just trivial laboratory wits
And some useless math tutorials
If I end up in a factory, it
Won't help to know factorials

[Third Hook]
Nowadays, it's all online, but the thought still makes my nerves tighten
Like, when your word count doesn’t work out, it's the worst sight and
Like, name a time you've chosen Times New Roman, and were delighted
Like, name a time when you were excited by a works cited, like
Thinking "I should have taken less AP classes"
Less days of essays, and SAT practice
You're slacking 'cause you’re lost like, "Who am I?"
The fact you’re stuck with thoughts of suicide
You're cracking but they want you to decide
Asking, "Whatcha wanna do in life?"

[Outro]
Oh no, see, although what you want's fascinating
It's a strong gravitation to the wrong aspirations
And everybody copies, it's beyond agitating
Cheat til you're a con graduating, congratulations