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once upon a time in the bronx


once upon a time in the bronx, there was a little boy name sam the reason he know his name is because he refers himself as sam i am as a little boy, he dreamed of aspiring to be a cop every time he sees the bad guys, in his mind, he wants to tell them to stop he watches all the cop shows, he sees the guns, badges, uniforms, attitudes, the whole nine yards yards so long that referees don't know how to call this type of penalty as time went on, Sam "i am" becomes a teenager that goes to high school that specialized in law enforcement Sam "i am" loves going to school, although his classes were in the basement none the less, it didn't stop him from educating until one night the night that was so profoundly tragic, he did not wake to see the light Sam went to buy a juice at the bodega (many bodegas within 3 block radius) on this particular night, Sam went to buy juice and then headed home he was looking forward to his dad, his mentor on his way home, Sam heard a siren louder than the attacks at the world trade center it was a cop car that pulled up in front of him it was a Latino officer that asked for is i.d Sam asked why Latino officer stated someone supposedly stole an iPhone as Sam went into his pocket to show his i.d. cop shot Sam multiple times so ferociously it appear that he was having a seizure Sam drop to the ground in slow motion like a knockout blow from Mike Tyson the cop ran into the car and drove off while Sam is lying in a pool of blood the investigation took place at the crime scene hours later Father ran downstairs after shots went off and saw his son lifeless like a convict heading for the chair Father's emotions ran more wilder than hulkamania that he dropped dead worse than a diva turns out that the cop was a Latino and he shot one of his own Sam's dream was shattered not by a big pun record, but by police brutality it goes to show what happens when one have ignorant mentality it is no longer a race issue. it's simply about a violation to his human right this is why we need to stand up to injustice with passion and fight
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