Abuse. blacklivesmatter
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They are protectors
Not of us
But of the
Sadism they hide
Behind with those
Handcuffs wrapped around
The first black
I hate you for what you did...
You ripped my true love out of my arms
if only we were white, I suppose
you would have warned him before you assumed
Ain’t about that life, ain’t about them drugs
I used to be and i wanted to snort coke
Wanted to smoke weed like a hood rat
Didn’t though cause i was too scared
