They're fearful, and they're snapping.
They're scared of what I'm rapping.
The prophecy's coming true,
and they don't know what to do.
They're blowing up in hate,
exploding in their rage;
becoming psychos in vain,
the nitro is in their veins.
All they feel is pain.
All I feel is gain.
All they do is complain.
All I do is attain. - Joshua A. Guillory
Topic(s) of this poem: calm, freedom, happiness, life, peace, positiveness, relaxing, truth, victory, world peace
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