Dangerous (Not Finished)

I'm a dangerous stranger, contagious with my anger.

Directed in any direction my aim is major.

My thoughts are heinous but I come off as an angel.

A devil in sheep's clothing, but at least I stay faithful.

Skewed views, looking for changes in racial fables.

White on the mic, disadvantaged and often mislabeled.

Take a second to realize that there has been a turn in the tables.

Unstable; I'm so goddamn tired of making minimum wage.

My rage has been caged for so long, I'm ready to explode.

Better yet, my hatred turns inward until it implodes.

In my own zone, everything's going up in smoke as I take a toke.

Reaching around my own throat, tightening 'til I choke.

Crazy ass, out of my mind, especially when provoked.

I invoke a sense of dread; too broke to afford bread.

I'm a joke that's widespread, like a goddamn talking head.

Sneaking up, stalking my prey.

At the end of the day, all that's left to do is pray