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Born in a dump
On my back there’s a hump
In my throat there’s a lump
I was “raised†to appreciate a good size rump
And graze for days
I watched and listened to violent ways
That went on for days
Nearly got me crazed.
Never looked down upon as a chump
For my character could cut more than blades
Killed many hearts for days
On Summer days
Acting out stigmatic streetspeare plays
On my scripts people would feed on for days
Changing how people thoughts in many ways
Even in my earlier days I was a thinker of depth
Could discuss almost any topic
Until inside your mind there was nothing left.
Mostly friends that were female
Telling me tales
Of guys chasing their tails
Kids dropping dirt filled pails
Girls biting nails
I now discuss the prophecies of asteroid stones dropped down as hail
And to whom we should honor, bow to and hail
End time wisdom drops my jaw and keeps my face pale
Never a moment is stale
But I can not torment myself and try to compare
Most don’t seem to care
About the burning smell of hair
Flesh burnt up in the flames of illegitimate names
People flailing with shame
Arrogant peoples hearts that they can’t seem to tame!
I am now grown but not mature
Feeling doubt because I’m not sure
Confident and yet insecure
Somehow the thoughts of feeling like the worlds manure
Can not seem to exit my minds door
I then guess
I will have to continue to suppress
The violence, the silence and fight trips
The anger, the hate and tight grips
I will forever be forced to fight this
The struggle may be what keeps me alive
For it continues to give me reason to strive
For everything was so fine and dandy
I would have a long time ago
Eaten some glock nine metal like candy!
SkTzO
