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Sound the Alarm


Tears fall from the eyes of his mother

Another black boy

the victim of a senceless murder

we teach or boys not to join gangs

or sell drugs

You can be more than a thug

But death no longer knocks at the doors of whom its due

But to who doesnt deserve it

Unarmed but still harmed i dont understand that part

And we lose another asset to our community

we tell our boys he was at the

Wrong place at the Wrong Time

But let the truth be told

Its the wrong man in a uniform

intrusted with  gun

designed to protect

But utillizes his powers for evil

So forgive me and the many who show up at the crime scene

angry inraged  and impacted but from the hands of his protection

came his death sentence.

 

 

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