Northwood Blues

[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, Northwood’s got a problem, let’s break it down, Seventh grade rules got the teachers wearin’ a frown. Homework stacks high, but respect’s on the floor, They act like we’re inmates, slamin’ the door. “Raise your hand, don’t speak!”—yeah, they run a tight ship, But freedom’s a myth when they k**l every lip. We scribble in notebooks, tryna duck all the heat, While they patrol halls like we’re sketchy on the street. [Chorus] Northwood’s on blast, yeah, the truth’s comin’ loud, Teachers vs. students, man, it’s a crowd. They hate the rules too, but they’ll never confess, Now we’re in trouble ’cause we singin’ this mess! [Verse 2] They said “No diss tracks,” tryna silence our voice, But we got the rhymes, ain’t nobody got a choice. Snitch on the lyrics, call the principal’s crew, But the more they erase, the more we breakthrough. Y’all mad ’cause we spittin’? Well, here’s the recap: Your system’s a trap, and we’re dodgin’ the slap. They punish the rebels with detention slips, But the fire in our pens? Can’t d***n it with grips. [Bridge] We ain’t here to name names, just here to state facts, Northwood’s got cracks, and we’re steppin’ through gaps. If you hate our song, well, that’s your complaint— But the kids in the back? Yeah, we ain’t gonna faint. [Chorus] Northwood’s on blast, yeah, the truth’s comin’ loud, Teachers vs. students, man, it’s a crowd. They hate the rules too, but they’ll never confess, Now we’re in trouble ’cause we singin’ this mess! [Outro]