What are you stupid? Back up; you’re making me nervous
Fuck an autograph, leave you barefooted and shirtless
next time you see me it’ll be on your TV;
on the news, in your shoes, alluding the police,
there’s no sleep on the block/ Echo’s with guns shots
another black male executed by some cop
here you go; get your shirt back full of bullet holes.
covered in blood, autographed with my soul
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