Gay Death
We live in a world where hate is never despised, thinking if I dont play my cards right maybe ill die.
Always bullied since a kid because in the closet is where my identity hid.
I never had a chance to be outspoken because in my stomach they say he was poking. Maybe im gay or a guy on the streets but my people why aren't you here for me?
I never once hated nor dropped my pride ima keep on fightin im reaady to ride. Guys on D or DL always looking for a crash hurt someone feeling get his rocks off and move right pass. CONSTANTLY ashamed and beat just for being the guy I was just crossing the street, now here and the world seems broken but now im a dead man with my guts open.
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