I Am What U Made Me (poem)

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Jun 6, 2002
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i am what u made me
a product of these streets
step into my world, walk in my shoes, witness the things i see everyday in my life
teenagers taking their first hit off the pipe
dead souls injecting the cooked white powder into their last vain
waking up to a world of nothing but misery and pain
these streets cry out at night
prostitutes and crackwhores who cant see the light
but who was there to teach them wrong from right?
when their father figures are in prison for 25 years to life
and the mothers are out sucking dick for crack
it doesnt discriminate, fuck your life up weather your white or black
magget-infested houses in the projects, dirty toilets full of shit
warped thoughts inside my head, like a sick horror flick
i pray to a god that I've only read about and have never seen
the priest is molesting little boys and possessing child porn
i goto church every sunday and sit and listen to the pedaphile preach
if i speak up and go against society's beliefs, i'll be labeled an "evil" atheist
if they only knew the truth, they're praying to a god that doesnt exist
i'm like a caged bird waiting to be set free, from the sickness of this corrupted society
but when i think about it, why bother?..... cuz on the inside i'm empty
i am what u made me