Hopeless

Planes breaking like towers on 9/11
Is anyone in heaven labeled 7
Stuck in hell with a big gun on my belt 
Ready to fight my way out til I melt
Hell’s kitchen is not as bad as you'd think
Oppression bears black; a giant mammal
I just want to rip out tooth enamel 
Ramble about my condition as a slave
N***** they call me, my mind is a rave 
Luck’s lost on lucky leigh way left of love
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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