Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Plastic flute in my hand, wheeze and a squeak
Math class drill, but my soul feeling weak
Solve for x, while my heart skipped a beat
They gave us chalkboards, never taught us to speak
Polished apples, but the system been rotten
Mental health lessons? Nah, they all forgotten
Headlines scream, but the answers stay locked in
Prayers ain't enough when the clocks keep tockin'
[Chorus]
They taught us wrong, left us out in the rain
Showed us the notes, but not how to play the pain
They taught us wrong, gave us tools to divide
But never to heal, or to stop what's inside
[Verse 2]
Fingers on keys, but no melody in sight
How to write checks, but not checks on the fight
Backpack full of books, not a whisper of light
Hallways echo loud, but the lessons ain't right
Dreams deferred, they collect in the dust
Mental health band-aid, trust turned to rust
Prevent a Sandy Hook? Nah, hush hush
Instead, they teach the past, but the present combust
[Chorus]
They taught us wrong, left us out in the rain
Showed us the notes, but not how to play the pain
They taught us wrong, gave us tools to divide
But never to heal, or to stop what's inside
Style
ad-libsteadyrawfemale vocalssteady pocketr&bmetalrap
Prompt
They taught us how to play a recorder but not how to balance a check book, solve for x but no focus on metal health or preventing a sandy hook, rap, R&B, raw, steady pocket, female vocals, ad-lib
Credits
Prompt byIndieDrone47
GeneratedDec 3, 2025
ModelAria v5
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