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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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