Rhyming assassantion

I am a man
with a plan
not a slave
with a grave
America has made me a monster
Betrayed my soul
as a whole
controlled my everything
fought to be original
but America stripped my rights
trying to turn ogg my
creavity lights
muzzling my words
Haters forming cogs
against me
swarming like bees
teasing honey
Masterminds of America
Blinding us
discussing are progress
opressing are successers
never letting us be successful
Always being stressful
assassinating my rhyms
never absorbing my knowledge
fighting just to be heard
never lusting for attention
always had a clever flow
never could assainate my blow
My shows ends with a bye

poem by Grayson Givens
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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