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June 23, 2021

stop!

I am a cop

you gotta stop

I have a gun -

see it pointing at

your black face?

what are you doing

driving on this road to freedom

who gave you the right to fly free on my highway

it's my high

your low

you gotta go

now bow

or else!

stop! is that a broken tail light

air freshener dangling

I'll find an excuse, any excuse

run?

you think your legs gonna beat my bullet?

you're dead

old mammies

wail the dirge

another black boy

bites the dust -

I blow the residue

of responsibility

off my gun's mouth

for I am the troll

under the bridge

heed or heal!

you dog

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