Grew Up In Ferguson

Grew up in Ferguson, with no hopes to survive. filthy white lies, while the black man cry, momma shedding tears her son bout to die, daddy being strong but it's eating him up inside. Executioners with a badge, drove the black community mad. Darrel Wilson took a Black man body, broadcasting throughout the country. tears are shedding, the hate is growing. It started in Ferguson where the Black man cried. Grew up in Ferguson, with no hopes to survive. finger on the trigger,hands held up high....BANG,BANG......One fatal shot and A Black man died 

 

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