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First is forced, pushed to take the blame Siblings call them lame, feeling ashamed The black sheep is invisible, hiding in your hood The second child is up to no good Seen as the favorite, the baby gets their way Stealing the spotlight, causing dismay Labels dropping us in columns Emotions coming from both ends Pressure is pushing down on us Conformity, no ability to bend Feeling sad with no one to cry to Wanting to go home, but there is no place for me Headless chickens with emotions running free Being mean just to be seen Identity confusion, just trying to be me Everyone is telling us who we have to be Labels dropping us in columns Emotions coming from both ends Pressure is pushing down on us Conformity, no ability to bend Once in their hands, the world disappears Screaming, agitation, no one is actually there Brain rot is ruining critical thinking Children are losing brain cells, While their family lives in fear We are addicted, and no one can tell us no Sometimes it feels like there is nowhere to go Locked into our screenager world We actually don’t know what to do We are seen as lazy, but we are online with our crew Labels dropping us in columns Emotions coming from both ends Pressure is pushing down on us Conformity, no ability to bend People judge us based on how we look While their favorite races are off the hook We are judged by our skin color left and right Deep down, our desires are turned into plight Our stories are all whitewashed, our histories unseen It is hard to understand how people can be so mean Black, White, Mexican, or Asian This has been a problem for every generation Labels dropping us in columns Emotions coming from both ends Pressure is pushing down on us Conformity, no ability to bend Labels are everywhere, but they don’t have to be me Out in the open, trying to be free |