The Spree

Killing became beside u now

Grabbing weapons until u held us down

Pop pop

All you hear is the sirens now 

It’s not only u but our brothers be down 

To scared to let your shield hang low 

U reach for your waist and let out your blows

Frozen for a second thinking if it was the right choice 

To late now his soul has dispersed 

His blood as been shed

His momma popping up sweating in bed

Her gut is cut deep by the lost of her love 

He was only 3 when he got shot by your good

Own flesh and blood

Not safe on the streets

Laws make it no better 

Supposed to be saving us 

Killing us like the slaughter on the streets

No eyes looked out like our ancestors did

This will be the endless fight 

For our lives to the end 

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