The Way I Am

Yes I am white, and yes I can write From the DM and V so you think I can not spill my guts or MC I am dumb if I choose to believe That I got any skill to convey So much pain I have felt in my chest From my dad smacking me in the head Cause an F on a test and I guess That's enough to put hands in the cuffs And arrest the big pest that's oppressed And has left me a mess and completely distressed! I will no longer be so depressed Or this pressed to suppress all this hate I possess So no rest till I break these two chains That have plagued all my veins, its insane, When we don't have an answer! Bruce Banners, the standard, We lose all our manners And start with the slander Then harp on the "pampered" With heart crushing banter So dark is my candor Were used to being used and tossed in the hamper I'll wash my lacoste but it only gets damper And that's when I got get up, its enough Cant let Russ, just adjust, my outcome Or who I become!