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That dope shit got us the cope

Hopes that we needed but not for liking of the cops.

Drops of bloods paint up streets.

Crates of liquor keep popping up.

Each day we wake to news new bodies been chopped up.

Each crib making their mark,

Stark contrast to our history.

Mystery that baffles us.

Hit us like rifle.

We are dissolving like trifle.

Hopes are nullifying

Hell bent on verbal crucifixion.

Fixated on lies, vices and dices,

Giving deaf ear to community cries,

Me and my brothers got to look after our father, mother, father our children in cage called minimum wage.

Hostage on a stage, full of carnage.

Get over this rage we need turn to new page.

We need to engage.

We need remove the faulty gauges.

Minimize the damages.

Rebuilt an image.

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