Fresk-Poem

Whats the point of living,
When you can't even escape...

Whats the point of breathing,
When you just get rape...

Whats the point of leaving,
When your life's at stack....

You try to leave,
But your body is dis eve...
People do what they believe,
God made Adam and eve.
Theres no such thing,
Now we were there face as bling.
she male,
Why thats not in the bible,
Its messed up genetics,
Which people just forget it.
Animals with 2 heads,
Humans with 2 private parts,
Child with 2 hearts.
192 chromosomes,
Yea they got messed up bones.
1 billion baby's born a year,
Next generation.
Is Domination,
Destroying ourselves,
Which we created...
White or Black,
We all related...