night after day – March 30

3.30.2016

they shot that

poor boy

 

he beat up his

girl

 

he was handcuffed

he had a gun

he was innocent

he was bad

the cops kill us all

the cops had no choice

 

how dark it is to

face into chaos

night after day

after call never

knowing.

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