Seventeen and in pain.

I swear im going insane. 

Im living in a society where you'll never be accepted.

You better count your blessings.

You'll never be protected.

Turn your back and your accused or suspected,

Of a crime you didn't attempt.

Your pigment of your skin is a direct connection to the verdict.

Open up your eyes.

Your getting life for a crime you didn't attempt nor commit. 

Better then living in a socirty doesnt accept you in.

Now your on your way to the those open gates to heaven.

Always remember we love you and we'll never forget you Martin.

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