作词：P猪大侠
后期：P猪大侠
制作人：P猪大侠
They said"think for yourself"—then punished every thought
They said"be creative"—then fenced off what I sought
Modern skills in my hands, but they chain me to old school
Tell me"lead the way"—then demand I follow rules
They preach"mental health" in a pamphlet, cold and clean
But my pillow's a rumor when the nights run lean
They want sunlight in my smile, no thunder in my voice
"Stay positive"—translation: you don't get a choice
Different pace?"Attitude." Different focus?"Disrespect."
Bathroom break?"Time management." Like I'm a defect
Same bell, same breath, same steps, all correct
A factory in a classroom, mass-made to inspect
Two commands, one throat, and both come with a knife
Pick A, pick B—either way I pay the price
I won't be your product, pressed in a single mold
I won't trade my heartbeat for a number you can hold
You say"be yourself"—then you punish what you're told
That's a double bind, a pretty prison made of gold
If freedom is a fault, let the report card read"unfold"
I was born to break the line, not to do what I am sold
One kid talks, whole class stalls—fifteen after last bell
Call it discipline, but it feels like a dynasty spell
Qin-style guilt by association, lock the whole cell
Punish the many for the one—tell me that's not hell
Rankings like a guillotine, bottom ten—sign on the list
Write a promise to be perfect, paperwork of the gist
Ming-era kaocheng logic, performance is the fist
Qing-like baojia watchdogs, turn the class into a twist
They want global competitors, critical and alive
Then cut the power when a student starts to self-derive
They want MIT initiative, Stanford drive to thrive
But train us to survive—never lead, never strive
They chant"no excuses" like pain is just a choice
But when I speak of limits, they try to mute my voice
I won't be your product, pressed in a single mold
I won't trade my heartbeat for a number you can hold
You say"be yourself"—then you punish what you're told
That's a double bind, a pretty prison made of gold
If freedom is a fault, let the report card read"unfold"
I was born to break the line, not to do what I am sold
Bateson wrote it in '56: double bind, double blade
Two orders, both sacred, and escape gets you blamed
Ninety-five?"Why not ninety-eight?" Third place?"Why not the top?"
Rest is called an excuse, so the body never stops
Conditional self-worth—love with a score attached
Do it right to be worthy, make a mistake and you're scratched
Structural paradox:"Be free, but don't move"
So we learn to fear freedom, like freedom has to prove
I don't want to be functional if it costs me being whole
I don't want to be stable if it means I lose my soul
Let me fail without a trial, let me feel without a file
Let me speak without a lecture stapled to a forced smile
Difference isn't disobedience, it's the rhythm of the brain
Growth isn't synchronized, it doesn't march in the same lane
You can't teach critical thinking with a muzzle and a rule
You can't build modern minds in a pre-modern school
So I'm breaking out the mold they keep trying to enforce
Not a rebel for attention—I'm a person with a voice
If your system needs my silence just to keep itself controlled
Then I choose the messy truth over being neatly sold
I won't be your product, pressed in a single mold
I won't trade my heartbeat for a number you can hold
You say"be yourself"—then you punish what you're told
That's a double bind, a pretty prison made of gold
If freedom is a fault, let the report card read"unfold"
I was born to break the line, not to do what I am sold
Not a spreadsheet. Not a rank
Just a heartbeat learning how to unfold
