Tears From The Black King
Hands Up Don’t Move!!!!!!!!
My hands sweating can’t believe they think I just rob a liquor store something told me to never go to the store
Only 10:30 on the dash hopefully there dash records everything I hate how America police killing us like it’s their chore
We need to see ID!!!!!!!!!!
Reaching in my mind but frozen in real time scared I might die mane I’m loosing my mind in which I can’t find maybe this is it I might just die…
Tears slowly falling on my face thinking about my mom FUCK! Let me reach for it so I don’t get buried away
Thinking about my kids after I told them all the good that this world has to offer
Thinking about my wife did I tell her I love her enough because I might need to see a doctor
Why Me?!
SIR WE NEED TO SEE ID!!!
ITS IN MY BACK POCKET IM REACHING FOR IT!!!
Crying because I never thought to be in a position only seen on TV I just want be with my baby
Going down in my pocket getting my wallet it felt like a ocean in my pocket all the sweat trickling down my hand again I just wanna be home with my lady
Slowly took it out and my phone begins to ring *Baby Lets Have Rich Sex* my wife is calling I need to take this
GO HEAD AND ANSWER IT SIR!!!
Reaching for my phone another car pulls up and a office jumps out and said GUN!!!!!
BANG BANG!!!!!
Tears roll down my face as my wife is shouting and screaming as she sees it all on FaceTime
It’s starting to get cold and I never thought this would ever happened I guess it’s my time
Hopefully I survive because I have to tell my story before it becomes a lie…
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