Pursuing peace
Yet need to carry a piece
I'm broken into pieces
My world is shattering
Touch it and I will crumble
Good cop bad cop
Ain't a game no more
Trigger happy fingers is the reason we say F the pigs
Yet not all have made the offense that some did
Yet the majority suffers
Same as we do when they post videos online making the world think black is violent
black don't crack
But some do snort
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
So say something or forever hold your piece
Got a piece on my waist
Yet i'm pursuing peace
Jesus this officer is asking for my license yet griping a piece
In a matter of minutes my mommas gonna be left in pieces
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Author:
Indigo soulchildd (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2017 20:48
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
I feel your words..everyday my son's went out into the World I often wonder their view and how it matched my fears..
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