Death awaits
Death awaits
You get killed and they claim they can’t solve the case
Death awaits
Get sprayed by mace in your face
When you finally regain sight and taste
Out of sight you get hit by a high speed chase
Kiss your child goodbye
Expecting to see em tomorrow
But what you forgot
Death Awaits
Yes death awaits,
You lose your little nigger child
But across town, the same child
Just another complexion
Is found safe and sound
Wearing an undeserved crown
Many forgot the chains that bound the slaves
With pain
But they could forgot death awaits
Slaves slandered and murdered
Their hearts did not flutter
Their words did not Outer
Because when death came
It would free em
Which was FREEDOM
The bible says
The one that lives by the sword
Dies by the sword
So why are we carrying swords of
A miniature way…
Is it because in a miniature way we all know death awaits?
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