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Apr 2021
Pigs hunt us for sport
Then get awards from court
Judge and pork are cohorts
Victims to villains that's how they sort
Was it a gun or drugs put on the report

Kids dead and the feds said he deserved to be bled
Now a hole in his head and parents filled with dread
Murderers stalk the street they'll find you in bed
Watch where you tread listen to orders still your dead
Made no moves, Hands up, then your blood is shed

Now people protest the wrongs they write
Civil unrest, follow your psalms do whats right
If you can't see the plight then you've lost your sight
To be quiet is to support the violence in the night
Justice is worth the fight now, don't wait for hindsight

Media making enemy's out of friends
Bigotry, blacks against the whites
Plant the crack, give people a ***** sight
Now the injustice is looking alright
More ******* on news coming at eight

Trust your own gut go figure out what's what
Check your source cause events are never clear cut
Make sure you don't believe something stupid as ****
An example, thought blank was a gun, that's a cover up
Stay the course of the righteous never let fear shut you up

It may be hard to breath or to hold onto sanity
As the fires seethe and the jury makes claims of guilty
Hard to eat while fury builds within the family
Just stay on your feet remember you got the whole city
Don't worry the streets know whose really guilty
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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