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Little Black Boy


The mental state of a young black kid is contended The fast life he has seen on the screen is addictive Having money and clothes is all he thinks about Plus the thought of cigars going in his mouth Now tell me is he wrong For visualizing material things he's never had Plus he's also growing up without a dad Still the scream of his mom shot and killed fill his head on the daily Sometimes he even questions God about what happened to his sister Haley Still he never ran Not understanding he can lose his life from a pan Then it hit him He starts to think of the close calls from long distance The only thing he's thinking about now is the resistance He's the type of nosy kid to watch a fight until it's over Others ran when the guns came out he moved closer So foolish what is he thinking Hope he isn't trying to be cool It's just the thrill of danger He gets so filled up with anger Only when a stranger start to violate Then he thinks to or not to annihilate
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josh dillon
Tell me what kind of picture is painted in your mind

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