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4"2 with the voice of an angel he couldn't be more than ten the only thing he ever stole was the hearts of those around him a week later, his body drains of blood a mother's cry echoes around the town her innocent baby why'd they **** her innocent baby? he was only nine. a mother's cry echoes around the world her baby is gone blood drains from his body one shot to the head several to the torso why'd they **** her baby? he was only coming from school. a shaken up officer stands to the left Caucasian and worried a grieving community to the right African-American and terrified straight A's and a bright future at seventeen a future no-one could foresee both labeled thugs at 9 and 17 why? because of the skin they keep.
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
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4"2 with the voice of an angel he couldn't be more than ten the only thing he ever stole was the hearts of those around him a week later, his body drains of blood a mother's cry echoes around the town her innocent baby why'd they **** her innocent baby? he was only nine. a mother's cry echoes around the world her baby is gone blood drains from his body one shot to the head several to the torso why'd they **** her baby? he was only coming from school. a shaken up officer stands to the left Caucasian and worried a grieving community to the right African-American and terrified straight A's and a bright future at seventeen a future no-one could foresee both labeled thugs at 9 and 17 why? because of the skin they keep.
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
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