I was born from love
And raised with hate...
You dont know nothing...
You will never know nothing...
Look at that cripple on the street.
Guy don't have enough to eat...
much ado about nothing (haiku)
wake to radio...
I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...
They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from...
Pounded beats on cobbled streets
Not a drum to hear but the steady fall of feet...
LISTEN
Why don't people understand me...
Three violent movements are heard
seen...
Spewed forth from the fires of industry
Volcanic river flows endlessly as...
Some people don't like me
because I act like a kid...
Never ending circles of lies, deceit
taking our hard earned money...