USA, the red, white, and blue
Red is the blood draining from his body
White is the color of the uniformed shooter
Blue is the color of his phone mistaken for a gun
Innocence can be over run by hatered
He will say you had a gun even if you were naked
It's a constant problem that needs to stop
I don't know who to trust the robber or the cop
Maybe It's the other way around
Maybe he was going into his house not making a sound
Maybe the cop thought that house was to expensive to be his
Maybe he was just a doctor with a wife and two kids
Maybe he didn't have a gun or a knife
Maybe the cop was the robber robbing him of his life

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