IT SAYS
Black boys black girl
put yo hand on the hood
don't move, STOP resisting
don't want the one in
the vest fear life
BOOM BOOM WE DEAD
your life can be taken
seconds await
listen when they talk
you see bodies on the ground
the killa still stand
but the blacks down
they pick and choose
don't know whos who
thinking ur the one
but u don't have the gun
he stands big and proud
while u lay there shivers hands
they shout out he's not the killa
the killa still stands.....
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