Hall Pass to Nowhere

Lockers slam

Same hallway

But it feel

A different way (yeah)

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

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

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)

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

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)

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)