Wed, 05/13/2015 - 09:57 -- leeasi
What can i do when i have nothing to lose
Shoot my spirit down hang my neck by a noose 
Craving this attention that im not willing to seek
Actions speak louder than words but im in too deep 
Y'all stay screaming "wooorldstar" 
Welcome to my hood y'all
Where we don't shoot the fair ones
Everybody out here wet aka bloody
Searching for fame
Withhold the damage
Bottled up shame
I'm coming after you no Max Payne
Call me Constantine 
Slowly losing my grip unconsciously
Black people
My people
Always going against our own people
U.N.I.T.Y screaming Queen Latifah
Back so sore my shackles in the way
Fists bump
Chest pumping
Adrenal fatigue
Killed my homie
So much to know
Dont know who's who now
Blinded by hate
Blinded by judgment
"Obama care" revolutions of republicans
Tho they're democrats on the same team
Mix and match
Think about it
Two shots in the chest you good to go
Your mind is gold
Tho its incapable to expand
All you do is what your told
The revolution wont be televised
Sweep you off your feet by surprise
Chains on my wrist
Whips on mind
Slashes on my back
That's what "freedom" gets you
By Janiece J
This poem is about: 
Our world


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