You talk more about me than I myself
I'm conceited?
So many things to say,
You speak unknowingly
proving ignorance
I'm mean and wrong?
So many things to say,
Try express and you oppress
So I rebel
I'm a delinquent & a menace to society?
No! I'm young, black, gifted, missing freedom
But your obtuseness is oppressing me
You don't understand because you don't try,
Am I armed and dangerous?
Yes! With the knowledge I couldn't get from you
Times two
Now who is dumb
Left struggling to understand a pun?
Your knowledge verily is lacking
And mine is attacking,
No longer am I backing
Into a corner
Kid got things right in order
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