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There is pain in too many communities. Too many murders that go missing. I saw a man die the other day, watched him scream for God as every man does in the last few minutes. When me and Leez, walked outside we'd catch the whiff of death and our nostrils wouldn't turn. A dude was getting his twists re-done, as the dying man's entrails revolted in his gut and he cleared himself, ready for death. You could say there's a genocide in America, we just turn our noses up to it. With averted eyes people walk past the dangerous places, but the most dangerous place is complacency and people live with that every day.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 10:38 AM UTC
Complacency.
There is pain in too many communities. Too many murders that go missing. I saw a man die the other day, watched him scream for God as every man does in the last few minutes. When me and Leez, walked outside we'd catch the whiff of death and our nostrils wouldn't turn. A dude was getting his twists re-done, as the dying man's entrails revolted in his gut and he cleared himself, ready for death. You could say there's a genocide in America, we just turn our noses up to it. With averted eyes people walk past the dangerous places, but the most dangerous place is complacency and people live with that every day.
Waverly
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35/M/American
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 10:38 AM UTC
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