Manslaughter


Its time to come clean, a new slate
Time to create
I ain’t a cheapskate, I don’t make bank but I donate.
I came from a culture that loves to skate
Addiction is like a figure 8.
I don’t care if you’re gay or straight,
Black or white,
You and I can relate
Try not to retaliate.

You and I are one.
Daughter or son, excuse me none-
“SIR, SIR, OFFICER YOU CAN NOT TREAT THAT MAN LIKE THAT, PLEASE PUT DOWN YOUR GUN!”
The poor guy looked shook like a nun,
The cop raised his handgun,
Ignoring the hit-and-run message on his intercom
Like it was a dry run,
It could have been anyone.
Even though the victim was cuffed and begging for his life,
The crooked cop just shushed him and ended his life.
Last phone call his phone made was to his wife.

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