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Lyrics
[Intro]
Lockers slam
Same hallway
But it feel
A different way (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to trade cards by the stairs
Now they trade pills by the stairs
Teacher got bags under eyes
Says, "I just try to care"
Metal doors, paint peel in the bathroom
Names on the wall like a tattoo
Fire drill hit, kids laugh, they stay
'Cause they know no hero gonna pass through
Principal talks in a cracked mic
"We’re a family" but it sound like
They just counting test scores, cut sports
Cut art, cut lights, cut lifelines
[Chorus]
This ain’t school, it’s a hallway trap
Kids fall through every week, no map (yeah)
We got dreams in a plastic bag
Searching for a way, but the signs all lag
This ain’t school, it’s a hall of smoke
Same old joke, watch another kid choke
On rules, on debt, on a broken plan
Whole place breaking, they don’t understand
[Verse 2]
Lunch line long, food taste like rust
Guidance office say, "Just trust"
But she got five hundred names
One phone, one face, one desk, one dust
Cameras blinking, corners blind
Kids play dice with their whole life
He got blades in his backpack, scared
Not tough, just tired of the late nights
Bell ring, but the sub don't show
Whole class learn how to feel hollow
Scrolling through a feed full of fake gold
While the ceiling drip mold in the back row
They cut the nurse, now we Google pain
Cut the bus, now we walk through rain
Cut the heart from the building frame
Now the bricks just echo our shame (skrrt)
[Chorus]
This ain’t school, it’s a hallway trap
Kids fall through every week, no map (every week)
We got dreams in a plastic bag
Searching for a way, but the signs all lag
This ain’t school, it’s a hall of smoke
Same old joke, watch another kid choke
On rules, on debt, on a broken plan
Whole place breaking, they don’t understand
[Bridge]
Where the books that talk like us? (talk like us)
Where the hands that pull us up? (pull us up)
If this place was built to last
Why the future feel corrupt? (feel corrupt)
[Chorus]
This ain’t school, it’s a hallway trap
Kids fall through every week, no map
We got dreams in a plastic bag
Searching for a way, but the signs all lag
This ain’t school, it’s a hall of smoke
Same old joke, watch another kid choke
If we burn, then the blame go back
To a world that turned this class to a trap (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark trap beat with detuned bells, filtered pads, and booming 808s. Male vocals, low and gritty in the verses, more urgent and pitched in the hook. Sparse first verse, then drums slam harder on the second. Ad-libs tucked behind key lines, with a subtle choir layer on the last hook to push the drama., beats
Credits
Prompt bySonataFolktronic29
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap about a school going bad, rap, trap, beats
