Mobbed it

Waking up pissed off asf , just get the fuck out of my face feel , the hatred and adrenaline addiction is way to real , in the wrong mind set im an explosive strapped to kill . I can't control the power I'm stuck with it for hrs , watching the world creating there own hell , as I'm growing up still in the box , while dogs are out in the street getting glocked , bad bitches be talking shit they'll just get talked down to or just get blocked , feels like my emotions are being locked , trust is on the limit trying not to get mobbed.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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