How sleep, revolution beneath your feet
Spinning sqeeks, testing not just for the weak
Andrew gets away wit rape in his sleep
Hit em up, never even hear a peap
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Your hard-hitting hip hop diction explodes the strait-laced sonnet form. Lyricism and desperation in equal proportion... if your head holds an ocean got to show it in motion!
Man! I am truly sorry for your angst. Its coming loud and clear. Do not give up on God though. One day He will ask evil why it did what to Him doing it to you. Hang there but fight injustice even with a rivetting poem like this. Deluke loves you all.