Bigger Thomas
The Storm Beneath the Concrete
I'm the kick that cracks the door off its hinges.
You think I'm a riot? Nah, I'm the match in the powder keg, lit by hands that never wanted me alive. I'm the scream behind the bricks, the fear in the belly of the ones who made the rules and never meant to let me live. I don't want your pity. I want you to feel the weight of why I burn.
What I'm Into: South Side winters, the weight of a brick, planes in the sky, the truth no one wants to hear, being seen, not saved
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