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Black kid speach


Hey yall finna explain who i am before i post this poem. It might be a little bad i just made it off the speach that all parents tell they black kids. Im 14 i mad this when i was 13 and i like rap and poems so enjoy.

Cops are out here to protect

but i object

shoot down a black person

nd claim he was a suspect

Put your hands on the wheel

and dont reach down

you better listen to that cop

even if hes a clown

dont reach for your id

if you got friends and family u still wanna see

cause sadly these cops just wont let us be

weither ur 5 or 95

be careful cause sum these cops dont want us alive

when they say freeze put your hands up

dont put your hands down 

or theyll shoot you with 13 rounds

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