to listen to hateful people with no sense or anything better to do looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life the skinheads the racist little pricks smile in my face and in my back they twist the knife and it happened while i was among friends, and im helpless to do anything about it i feel so angry but what can i do?? it doesn't help that he's gay, no, that only makes it worse he's not fighting bashers, no, he's fighting me and he's fighting you maybe if if saw his point, if i was white i would but im black and im not white, so in that time its past what i could its unfair that this should happen, its not right, but its okay im gonna hurt you today but that actually would not happen, because i won't let you get me like that, see?? i won't lose anything to you, especially my dignity so the racists think they've won, but again they are wrong won't you come into the trap? cause you think its taken from me?? and i wonder how long you are going to last and your kind, while the bell goes dong-ding-dong.
Reason for writing:
i don't hang out with racists or anyone who panders to stereotypes. so this son of a bitch nick, that fucking racist, has been saying things about me behind my back. fuck him.
Birth sign: Aries
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