I broke a bottle over someone's head
Last night, It wasn't my fault
I was born to destroy and dictate
Made to be irrational and to hate
Corrupted from my head to my toes
Rotten to the flesh and to my bones.
Mass incarceration across the nation
Prisons are brimming and completely full
No cash bail has failed
The revolving door in full flow
What went wrong, what went wrong
I hear society sing
To which I reply "not a thing".
Life is the art
We're all just playing a part
Police sirens and ambulances
Drown out the disco music
It wasn't the alcohol or the drugs
That made me a violent thug.
I roam the streets
Covered in someone else's blood
I am the human animal
In all my wrath and my might.
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Author:
Tommy Dingo (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 23rd, 2025 19:47
- Category: Unclassified
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