Started jotting rhymes again..
B-more, kind and compassionate,
What’s a man to do when he’s attacked and whipped,
Gripped by the government, squeezed of his hope,
Until he’s stuck in a cycle hung by the almighty rope,
Cope? How can he when he’s kicked at random,
There’s only so many he can take before he can’t stand ‘em,
Crazy, maybe, he lost his sanity long ago,
Drowning in oppression, in need of a stronger boat,
FIGHT THE POWER!