Judge Me Poem by Amadu Amaru

I know the world
Will judge me but before it does,
should think of what it did to me.
I shoulda never been crazy if the
world wasn't crazed
I’m not seized, a product of the
dying bread.

Just take it a lil back when you
made me starve for days before you
judge me
Though I walked through the valley
of no food I feared no hunger
Like I’m the chosen man, I represent
my people
To the fullest; casualties of fame.

Desperate hopes that you will destroy
me yet you can’t control me.
Tell me is it a crime to fight for
what is mine, everybody is losing tell
me what's the use of choosing
Is it fate that I found fame?
They got me feintin’
With all my past behind me.