What is your interperation of this poem?
Stop this.. You were just dissing me. They have the runs of the mouth kind. Constant s h i t. They think their gangsters. When in fact, pranksters. Disgrace to black panthers. One boy had the answer. Silence. Aggression. Assertive. SILENCE! he tested.
They heard it. He was a rebel in disguise, and had the devil in his eyes.
Anger in his cornea. Metal by his thighs.
His quiet presence spoke volumes. We're all doomed. At least they are. Their heads shook in distaste like fookin disgrace, but suddenly, none could look in his face.