
Song
Breaking Me Down
Polly Watkiss · 2 plays
school, negative, critical, educational experience, dissatisfaction
Lyrics
Intro
(yuh, ayy) Skrrt, uh-huh
(bam-bam) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse
Alarm hits, another gray line in my timeline, huh
They hand out lesson plans like hand-me-down crime time, ayy
Desk carved with initials and a thousand small regrets
I count the minutes like debts that I can't offset, skrrt
Chalk dust on my sneakers, teacher talking like a tape deck
Same chapter, same test—lemme guess, retake what I forgot to check
They measure me in boxes, tick the rows and mark the dots
Attendance over answers, grades over thoughts, uh
Cafeteria mystery stew—guess what you're chewing
Lunchroom politics, I'm just dodging who's who and who's suing
Detention's just a loop, another rerun on repeat
Punishment for being loud or for the questions that they beat
They say "sit down, settle," like silence is a virtue
But creativity's a crime when the rules won't let you through, yeah
Counselor's calendar packed with futures pre-approved
Like they sign your signature while your own name gets removed, ayy
I learned how to memorize, not how to make or move
Give me tools to build a life, not just a life to prove (to prove)
Pre-chorus
We trade our mornings for a schedule that don't bend (don't bend)
We pay in time and they call it education, amen (amen)
I'm overcrowded with answers that never felt like mine (felt like mine)
Say I'm failing when I'm learning how to hold my line (hold my line)
Chorus
School's breaking me down, breaking me down (breaking)
School's breaking me down, breaking me down (breaking)
School's breaking me down, breaking me down (breaking)
School's breaking me down, breaking me down (breaking)
Verse
I spit truth in the margins, they cut it out with a red pen
Call it correction, but it's more like a slow bend
Libraries full of knowledge but they're locked by the clock
You get graded on speed, not on how deep you rock, uh
AP dreams with a price tag and a scholarship guess
Debt looming like a shadow in a cap and gown press
They teach us to compete, then wonder why we can't connect
Turn classmates to rivals and empathy to neglect, ayy
Summer jobs stack bills while resumes stack lies
We hustle for experience while the experience denies
I got a checklist for life but the boxes don't fit
They tell me "one way or no way," like creativity's counterfeit
We cram facts in a night and forget them by dawn
Like a house built in sand when the tide comes in strong
So I'm burning for a classroom that breathes, not just repeats
Where questions get a welcome and mistakes get a seat, yeah
Give me mentors who listen, not scripts to recite
Give me space to fail and rise, to build and fight (uh-huh)
Bridge
(oh-oh) I'm not anti-knowledge, I'm anti-crush-your-voice
(oh-oh) I'm tired of being boxed in, tired of forced choice
(hey) Teach me how to think, not just how to test
(hey) Give me a reason to show up, not a reason to rest
Chorus
School's breaking me do








