UNKOWN black man

Frezze don't shoot 

The police officer stares as he points his gun at me

Knowing that the gun in his hand is enough to make a nigga go mute

Yea nigga the word we took and made our own now eveyone is saying it like its a pull of the funny bone

Cant say nothing because then Imma judge so 

I sweep all my thought underneath the rug

5seconds.. BOOM triger goes off

Heart beating, palms sweating, bloody ground, not one sound 

my biggest fear being drowned in these streets blood all the way down

to my feet.

Cant breath my body touching this cold bloody ground cop standing over me with a frown

Acting as if he don't know what he did

He killed an UNKOWN black man with two kids........

 

 

 

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