This slim, you figure you tougher than all of us days. Snife man, can you never hear of the craze? Can I get you sent it for that chip on your shoulder? Fuck me, no, it's the size of a boulder. Now when do you walk like you ship for this listing, on the faxie despise? After a fisting, the weight alone in the tanks for the mood, you're always in. Are you getting screwed? I mean, metaphorically speaking you understand, will the… Are we on the same frequency band? When I get the horn, my blood flow increases, my pupils dilate and my logic ceases. That's chemistry, man, a biological process. So I was born this way, albeit under jurors. And I could be your son, if you thought about that, if I came to you for a fatherly chat, would you freak, would you belt me, disown, or dismiss, throw it in my life, or just take the piss? Or sort of parent you're aimed to be, because the guarantee you statistically issue CRISPR regularly, and it only takes one seed to grow your very own baby homo, and if you every inch the man you are, or you wished you were, at least as far as you'd look like you, look up to you, till one day when out of the blue you'd realize you don't talk to you, and you'd wonder why, without a clue. Or we're still one night, you might not come out. Or victim of the hatred you can only call homegrown, you know? It might be fun to take a gun and hold it to your head, to take a turn to see you squirm, as you went if I shoot you dead. Ask yourself, how old do you know me? I hurt, do you think I am? Am I ready to do time for you? Are you better than the can? In truth, I don't hate anyone. It's everyone I blame, for this fuck that world around me, and for making me play this game. I'm the same, you best watch out, but every waking moment I reassess my grip on reality, my sanity, my trigger thinker tin. God made me, and the world raced me, so I'm my fault, I take no blame, these aren't my rules, I'm not playing your game. I'm a rimer, not a rapper, you're in a style to what I do. I just string words together, and I hope to reach in you. Black, queer, Asian, disabled, broke, single mums who choose to choke, transexuals, and low APs, immigrants, deputies, homeless, and all mentally ill, self-employed, criminal, and add a certain man, do the sum, we know minority when we act as one. The problem being, we aren't any better than those who oppose us, suppress us in seek, to keep us from power enough, freedom to speak, to live out our days with the God-given right, to be true to ourselves, without the need for a fight. Take me, for example, I'm racist, I know, I try hard not to be, not to fear the unknown, but it's powerful conditioning that made me this way, the same goddamn crap that made me curious being gay. I will forever endeavor to sever these ties that bind us and blind us to such transparent lives that keep us from growing together beyond this place we are now. We also respond. And everybody here is mad!