Deep Angsty Poem

The weak shall fall before the strong.
You threaten me into obediance.
You took my rights and integrity from me.
You destroyed me.
My blood will feed my abusers.
It won't matter.
All wrongs will be righted.
My blood will feed my abusers.
They will speak for me.
I will not erase this,
because this was never my mistake.

I've had coffee, bitches.
Feel my wrath.
Do your worst.
Join me in poetry.

I jump up
I jump down
I jump on a guy
Cuz he's brown
Free Mumia

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good"
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air"


I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

i
punched my moms
in her fucking face
the stinkin bitch

Oh Jody Sweetin
I beet my meetin
I'd fill your house
It broke my heart when you grew up to be a meth addict

>>1
obedience*