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POLICE BRUTALITY


In America, where life is plainly a tangerine. Peeling layers and anticipating the taste of success. What flavor will it bring  to my most important thing. Taste it and see. Could be sour, could be sweet. Juices flowing like the body does when it's excited. What looks good can cause the body to be enticed. Today, you can get a box of chocolates and wonder. You never know when life will become a blunder. Today's society can be minaciously named, I'm in a world where GUN VIOLENCE can be framed. Passing a law, waiting to see that game. Mendacious behavior keeps you from a retreat of any propitious gifts. Guns, they can damage you swiftly.

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