This is a song about "School peace collage poor people"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

People, peace is my belief, but others don't

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

And people holler "soft", when they hear me scream "peace",

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

They go major, the flow is no longer

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live