Troy Davis
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Rage, anger, pain, hurt, agony, and sorrow this is what hides inside of me i suffer to live because of the skin im in The ones whom we once called masters the ones who took us bondage and took, took the last of our hope and dignity for this, i am
I can just imagine
Those warlocks cracking their knuckles
Preparing to play God
Pretending they know how
I was there
for the night of September 21st.
The moment that fell
Between your last breath and the heartbeat
That couldn’t drum up against the
gang of poisons
sent to stop it.
