• Meet High School Oli •
I'm sitting in my classroom, I'm stuck to a chair and hunched over a table,
And by my hand is a pencil and a piece of paper, laid out to determine of which and what of I am capable,
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But as I stare at my test, I have no sodding clue of who was president of America in 1808,
I think 'what the fuck', is this my pass to life? To know who ruled a country in eighteen-hundred-late?
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Fuck that shit. That doesn't measure my intelligence on any level.
Show me a test that'll explain the different ways of suffering from psychological abuse, I'll bloody paint you the devil.
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Give me a paper that asks how a person survives in a place where peers all around you are evil, judgmental, vain and cruel,
I know I'm no Picasso or Michelangelo, but even I know how to draw a picture of a school.
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But I'll never get a test like that, all that matters is what I know about the past; I hardly see a question here that involves anything about the future?
What would I need that for anyway, not like I'm preparing for that, nah, that's just on the brochure.
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We're in the 21st century and we still measure our youth's intelligence by an insufficient SAT score,
And break our kids self-esteem because the kid sitting next to them got a few dozen points more.
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Inadequacy is the steel blocker of confidence - the constant weight of expectations, 'I'm-not-good-enough', do-over doubts,
The peer pressure of society, parents, personal goals and college scouts.
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So come on, people, stop judging us on the barres you used to live up to, we aren't you and we never will be,
We are the next generation, a newer chance to make this shit better, so fucking stop the labeling and set our intelligence free.
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We are the future, don't make us cling to the past,
We need new school reforms and we fucking need them fast.
