It wasn't my decision, I was a victim of circumstance

It wasn't right, I knew I never had a chance

My anger grew so fucking large it almost overcame

My independence almost got lost to the violence chain

Pieces of a machine called education (I was desparate) I plea for peace

Victim of the cycle of intimidation (I was separate) I plea for peace

They'll find you (running hiding)

Way down inside you

And I plea for peace

Certain jocks sought control instead of escape

From pain inside, with stupid violence formed by hate

Power and strength, but no power in their own lives

Ignorance with the knowldge they're always right