Scream. yellin all the time. a chill pill Is what you need to find some. I like to bury myself very deep within my mind. You say i’m mental, but i’m sentimental when it comes down to my rhymes. you just take my rhyme book and throw them away all time.

Police tape lines the yard

I walk past

Baby blue house in cookie-cutter neighborhood

I look down and it says welcome

I quickly step in and close the door

so the camera flashes don’t glimpse inside

I hear the gunshot, I do not see 

The bullet but I know it’s coming 

Aimed to perforate my skull 

They say your life flashes, once death’s 

Shadow is on your tail and grips you in 

Another black kid got shot by a white cop.

ANOTHER BLACK KID GOT SHOT BY A WHITE COP.

ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTSHOTBYAWHITE COP.

ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTSHOT

ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTS

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