The Asian in the corner, and Gangster wanna be
When you look around is this what you see?
The guy who thinks he's funny, even though we know he's not
The chick who giggles cutely, low cut tanks look really hot
Freshman on the window sill, where seniors used to sit
If you do that back in middle school, teachers throw a fit
Leaders mingle silently pretending not to hear
Every word profanity landing in their ears
Students talking hotties, and other pointless things
To make themselves look cooler, seeing what popularity will bring
Laughter, chatter, shuffles, echoing so loud
All of us hide shame even though we look so proud
Rebels cry clinging to the air
Do you see peace around hear?
then look closer, at who still sits with who
I'll let you know , races, is your clue
Yeah that's right they are still apart
Unable to see past skin to the heart
We stand for freedom, and fight for blindness
but i guess for me, in my school, it's just hard to miss
