This is a song about "The preamble"

I just call it …remember all the dough

Enter the building through the window

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

If they could cut out all the busting

The flooding of the nothing

But keep them cigarettes away

The truth but thats the way

The ice ain't really nothing to her

The replacement of the word "mother"

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

From the bottom to the top

Them people see my good side

In the face of the outside.

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream