Stroke-Out In a Rant
i do the dance of circumstance
my brain react to a simple Mercenaries attack
red, leaky, small vain, and poison pains
what great planing
makes me see that
there's no hope for me
and the suns of no shining
old man from the hood, stopped me
and said
"you'll, never get back your property
so, taken back by how much the
hood new about me and the people
who where sealing from me
so i gave the hell-up
and never say a word
because who would believe
me over theses whit (with) money
bigger than i can see
i am so
Synonyms: ignorant, not informed, not knowing, oblivious, unbriefed, uneducated, unenlightened, uninformed, uninstructed, unschooled
about the real crimes of the world
and wonder why my education didn't inform me, as to how too
get my rights...
maybe that's the way its will always be...
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2013
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