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Mar 2014
gun shots feel the ears
Of my young sisters
Who have been conditioned to interpret
Those shots as a mating call.
Head aches cured with the medicine bottle
But with side affects
not by the entered purpose
But hey at least working
As are you til your 75
Ironic that's most black men die
Don't take that from this
Forget it
Your an activists
Self proclaimed to be with it
I get it I get it
the cool black cop
But pulled me over cause my side mirror
was missing you gotta be kiddin
Your gold badge shines as if the LMPD
Was in L.E.D.
pretend you didn't say
"Get on your knees"
did I offend you officer?
Oops seems as if you dropped
this back of white by me
I started to sneeze
Must be allergic to this ****
that he was blaming on me
Do 15 year maximum security
hot as hell
got out
bought bird and a cell
Slowly crept up on officer Odel
A flash was the last thing he saw
Though i never thought I'd do it
Somebody's little sister heard my
Mating call.
No matter who you are or what you do you can be trapped in the system by the system, I hate rhyming poems but it was to get a point across aha sorry
Sheeno Rankin
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