AFH Photo//Dominic Duong
Hello class/
Answer this question truthfully, honestly, and with fairness, please./
Raise your hand if you feel that you have any reason to be scared of me/
And It's fine/
its seems i/
Wasn’t thinking carefully/
By that i mean that if you’re terrified by a man who writes, then shakespeare must keep you up at night./
I am nowhere near sorry, because if you are afraid of creativity, then allow me to tell you ghost stories/
Ain’t it funny that we know what school we go to and even knowing that we make the same mistakes every school has to go through/
Mistakes we simply cannot make because of what we think we stand for/
And yet forever more i’ll be labeled unstable hiding under every table until im able to pick up a pencil again/
Instead of trying to comprehend, you chose to enslave my name to the government/
I wait patiently knowing my life could be ruined with a stroke of a pen/
Its funny cause i trusted you/
I opened up my mind for you, i guess my thoughts just threaten you/
I wish i could apologize for being different but then i'd be sorry for living too/
And who is anyone to tell me my creativity is dangerous/
Are words on paper enough to endanger us/
We live in a world with drugs and gun violence and a poem is where we draw the line/
A brutal reality where a man can’t even speak his mind/
Your actions say it all, i’m walking on thin ice/
And don't you ever say you were trying to help me, all you did was set me up/
If you wanted a conversation then you would’ve just hit me up/
But it's clear to me now that when you’re afraid you lose all the logic that you need most/
My words truly frighten you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost/
God so help me I never imagined that people could be so tragic to not think about their actions before they play with matches and i just so happen to be ashes that stands in your way of havoc/
Make me the bad guy this time by recording my every rhyme and making it like a crime that I’ve committed/
Convicted by every judge that my words are the tools that did it/
I can honestly go on and on about everything that was wrong/
Even had a cop say that i don’t belong/
Creativity is on trial and you sentenced it to death/
Creation is my oxygen, and i'll savor every breath/
Aren't we all afraid of something?/
We're allowed to feel our fear, we are paranoid of what's becoming/
But what happens when what you’re afraid of is merely nothing/
What happens when you make a mistake because you were too busy running/
Am I criminal?/
Are we to believe I had bad intentions/
Nobody ever mentioned it when I finished each sentence/
Now thanks a lot to our society for falsely labeling me because the fact that we cannot see the true signs of profane rationality/
I'm glad my information will be carefully evaluated/
I'm captivated by the idea of a piece I created to be mistranslated, not even debated before they went ahead and complicated/
I wanted to put forth my mind and body into every invention I made/
And once again I will not apologize for thinking to be brave/
Because every loving piece I ever written was for me/
I will not cease and decrease, this an order by my decree/
This is my declaration, consider my voice weapon/
Your oppression will only succeed in fueling my own obsession/
So if you're still afraid of me then you've taken my words for granted/
The world will meet its change, listen and understand this/
Hope you'll come to terms and thought about repentance/
This is the end for our clearly innocent defendant/
Goodbye my creativity gone without its vengeance/
-Death Sentence
We're allowed to feel our fear, we are paranoid of what's becoming/
But what happens when what you’re afraid of is merely nothing/
What happens when you make a mistake because you were too busy running/
Am I criminal?/
Are we to believe I had bad intentions/
Nobody ever mentioned it when I finished each sentence/
Now thanks a lot to our society for falsely labeling me because the fact that we cannot see the true signs of profane rationality/
I'm glad my information will be carefully evaluated/
I'm captivated by the idea of a piece I created to be mistranslated, not even debated before they went ahead and complicated/
I wanted to put forth my mind and body into every invention I made/
And once again I will not apologize for thinking to be brave/
Because every loving piece I ever written was for me/
I will not cease and decrease, this an order by my decree/
This is my declaration, consider my voice weapon/
Your oppression will only succeed in fueling my own obsession/
So if you're still afraid of me then you've taken my words for granted/
The world will meet its change, listen and understand this/
Hope you'll come to terms and thought about repentance/
This is the end for our clearly innocent defendant/
Goodbye my creativity gone without its vengeance/
-Death Sentence