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I Threw Up Both My Hands

A child made from a passionate romance, I heard a mother -n- a father holler from their son throwing up both his hands, we heard your demands -n- commands, you heard the voice of death, 4 all you saw was a black man, no threat yet you took the life out those hands, and the law into your own, you were wrong, you left a family -n- a nation in a zone, you desecrated the United States as well as your police uniform, you’re not alone desperados, cops with a badge -n- a gun made of chrome, I’m throwing up both my hands, 4 I’m 2 in a zone, -n- 2 the God who watches over us all, help us change these hateful thoughts in our dome, 4 this behavior you don’t condone, a child made from a passionate romance, you were killed, a man with both his hands up, now both his parents holler 4 he is gone, Michael Brown I love you my brother, and I will fight until this disease behavior in the minds -n- hearts of men is gone.

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Gordon Manhatten

America has a problem it needs to fix soon or the people are going to fix it for them. Enjoyed this style and read very much:)

-GM

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Kimmy Alan

Eric Garner kept both his hands open and extended right up to the moment of his last breath. 

So sad, both Michael and Eric died, with open hands.  Yet so many treat them with a closed fist.

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