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“Yo Peach, it’s me — that voice you mute.

The truth in your throat you can’t refute.

You say you record, you tape, you stream,

but when the school spoke back — silence on the scene.

Why no footage, Peach? Why no receipts?

‘Cause their answers would expose your deceit.

They told you ‘no cameras,’ you folded your hand,

‘Cause you knew their side don’t fit your brand.

You claim it’s the bags, but it’s really the bank.

Your TikTok was gone, your views just sank.

End of the month, bills pilin’ high,

So you cooked up a feud and you served it as pie.

Nonprofit’s the target, not the real source,

You picked the wrong enemy to fuel your course.

Jessica’s name stay stuck on your tongue,

But the SCHOOL chose the kids — that’s where it begun.

Two black bags, now you scream discrimination,

While you cash in checks from a viral narration.

But let’s be real, Peach — you ain’t broke, you ain’t dumb,

You just flipped your kids’ pain for the clicks to come.

And CPS slid through with daycare on deck,

Free childcare you took — that’s a whole check.

You too privileged for food? But not too proud for that?

Hypocrisy heavy, let’s unpack that.

Look at the Peach Patch, blind in the crowd,

She clown y’all daily, still y’all cheer loud.

She say she don’t care, not a soul, not a friend,

But you line up for classes, cashin’ out again.

Single Black mothers, she drag y’all names,

Then flip the same struggle into fortune games.

The very hands that feed her, she bite and attack,

While y’all fund her feast, she don’t give it back.

Oldest trick in the book, sell a dream, stack the cream,

She the dealer of the bag, you the buyer of the scheme.

Promisin’ big money, but the math don’t match —

It’s the same old hustle, Peach ran it on the Patch…

Allegedly.

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So here’s the KO, Peach, straight to your pride:

You exploitin’ the kids that you claim to protect,

You weaponize race while the truth you hide,

And nonprofits bleed while you chase your check.

This is conscience talkin’, not clout, not clicks,

This is the mirror, Peach — look at the tricks.

You play with our culture, you play with our trust,

But the truth hits harder than your payday must.