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Mar 2015
What makes a monster a monster?
Is it his surroundings or maybe it's just life?
Or does he remember graphically the day his mom was knifed?
She said he'd live for greatness as her breath she gave her last.
When no police around because response time wasn't fast.
Police barely even came unless they're trying to **** a culture
Am I a monster because I'm black? And why must your gun leave its holster?
Do I look like a threat when I just came from hooping?
Or do I just look stupid because the books you gave were useless?
Was it because of dreads, you thought I rapped, sold drugs, or used em?
Are did you see I would get my degree and later become a nuisance?
To a system designed against us but you swear this land is equal.
When the only thing that's equal is the way you **** my people.
Give em toxic music and train em to watch the tv.
Watch the youth reduce to fools while we control the things they see.
And we control who they can be.
But I then peeped the game and all the chains that make us "free"
A dog don't need a leash, beat him good and he will listen.
Then give illusions of a freedom while subliminally in a prison.
What makes a man a monster before his life even begins?
When us blacks just want equality thank god it's not revenge.
kirk Newman
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kirk Newman  21/M/Maryland, USA
(21/M/Maryland, USA)   
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