hey man..i felt this for sure...actually i feel most, if not all your pieces in some way...

there is a storm brewing inside of me
it will take me to my grave
i am socially dead like patterson wrote of the slaves
i am a poisonous thought in a venomous brain

^^^i rememeber i was like that some time ago...parts of it are still true maybe...but the last two lines...i learnt to 'control' and 'bury'....


the rest of it i felt quite deep too in some way or the other...


but the last three lines...


im young black and educated
they ignore me
But soon i will make it rain.


^^those were kind of epic in there own sense.... - for now i am trampled all over, seen as nothing much..but soon i shall show them, soon i shall rise...and the 'revolution' shall well and truly begin - ...or maybe its just a recognition thing...whichever way...its all good...


...respect...