Outcast: Written By John B Kirks

[John Rumble]

Am I a fraud, or am I a reject of most peoples false intelligents?
So many times I beat myself up, or tear myself down for the sake of
acceptance. The same acceptance into a world that’s not parallel to my
dreams, my thoughts, and my way of thinking. I’m talking about the
same acceptance that grants me a membership in your society, but
abandons my own individuality. I’m no fucking robot. My birth didn’t come
with a blueprint from man kind. My birth came from the blueprint of
God Almighty. My being is the hyroglifics on the walls of the pyramid of
life. My being is the graffiti that covers the subway trains in Brooklyn.
Ain’t no rules for a rebel, and rebel I must. I must rebel against the
political pillage of my nation. I must rebel against the turf wars that
leaves stray bullets in future lawyers, or future doctors backs. I must
rebel against a judicial system that promotes modern day slavery. I must
rebel against the drugs that destroys the righteous minds of young
thinkers like myself. I must rebel against the disrespectful treatment of
beautiful black queens. Outcast, Outcast, yes I am a Outcast. I will never
fit into your mold because I am a Outcast.