This is more a hiphop verse than a poem

What does it mean to be black in a white mans world.
Why does it feel like we're trapped, we're the white mans curse.
Subliminal attacks and false flags force men with jerry curles to harmonise, and lick into shape.
Long walk to freedom, travel back in time, before the Monalisas and Leonardo Davincis.
Before the virgin born Jesus, we've been watching the throne in kush, truth black and white like striped zebras.
Feed it, to young cubs hoping they repeat it. Affirmations for the nation shaping great leaders.
My heart bleeds, got scars that reach deep in my oteries, what bothers me atrocaties through modern day slavery.
Plots through policies, think you free that's only make belief like that Matrix scene when the anomaly was chased through streets. Lady in red turned agent, not what it may seem, reality, we casualties of capitalist greed.
Black lives matter check the data on your screen, 950 mortalities in less than 840 weeks.
That's two years mourning widows tears when they weep.
Fatherless child lost in the streets. African tribes turned to hashtags and tweets.
I'm sick and tired of being used as lab rats the theme.
Crack addict feins, that blast gats and act ratched, black savage beast.
The imagery potrayed what the black canvas be.
Not forgetting Arabs the enemy on your telly screen.
Terrorist threats bombs dropping in middle east kapeesh.
I'm talking drones and biological weapons.
Hitting civilian homes and claim Jihad connections. Creating human clones, artificial intelligence.
Secret ops the method, we pray to God for protection.
Devil roaming the globe we are deep in the trenches.
In the firing zone up high arms erected.
24 shots from 4 cops all sparked by melanin.

So what does it mean to be black in a white mans world, why does it feel like we're trapped we're the white mans curse?

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