Black On Black Crime
" I see it everytime I step out orf my shell another African American standing on the near corner with nothing to do but sale another piece of death. most of the time its the meth that innocent minds can't realize its death of meth thats killing them.
"wHEN ONE DAY WILL THEY REALIZe that giving each other these substances which makes them into puppets killing their brain cells and bodies slowly will take a toll on everyone but no one notices all we know is dancing at the party getting molly in our bodies got us doing the "YEET" that drug got you all off your feet but later you face defeat.
"tHE KILLINGS THE SPRAYING OF SHOTS you shoot to kill to protect yourself but not knowing you just killed another innocent black male for the moment you don't care but once your locked up in jail you begin to yell and wonder how you got into jail.
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