The story was the same. Intentions too"
Look up, Son. the fate was destined to be.
Time is so precious. Lost in violence; you"
Won't get to know him, but know that he's free.
Accomplishments last. But, on the block, we"
Gotta let that fly. Can't settle. Can't win.
The fighting won't get you what you want; see"
Something awful; gotta live with the sin.
Colored skin. Target. Body in a bin.
Can't. Don't know how to break it" He was killed.
Living like a fish with a broken fin.
Yet, the stoop will stay empty, our hearts filled.
Look! Up! My little brown boy; you can rise.
Look! Up! Promise you will grow past Dad's size.
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