Don’t follow the politics, nor the news or the “know”
These new fashion statements could put on a show
Though never will I follow the dreaded status quo
Y’all peddle to the meddle, let Preacher F preach
Though realize the extent is the knowledge of street.
Ain’t no books in the mix, only “body the bitch”
The radio spits, fake news, what about this?
When’s the last time your influence was only yourself?
Only follow what you want, build up mental health
Stability, attempt to get rid of dependency
Do what you want and don’t worry ‘bout enemies.
Status quo, I can’t go, looking ‘round, I’m like “woah”
Y’all reside at East High, worship Sharpay with the bow
I’m like Troy, an athlete, an artist with joy
Take off in the horse like it’s a new toy
Rev up to the max, ‘cause I’m ready to pass
All the mainstream ideas and cares that suck ass.
I’m my own and it shows from my clothes to my mind
As ideas continuously surface, I feel so divine
Like, I’m ready to shine
Show the status quo mine
And help to influence the dependent mimes.
Don’t follow the rules but promise I’m sane
I’m not out here to harm, to hurt feelings, cause pain
I’m here to inspire, show beauty in rain
Don’t care if the rain fuzzies up this thick mane.
I’ll rock it as so, and still carry on
Carry one’s on my back that feel that they are gone
Stand up for myself ‘til my days are all done
Be proud for never following,
In the end, I won.