Shot and killed, you lay there, she yells self defense
Not a soul around, not a person around to close your eyes
Took from your family another black man gone
She walking freely while you getting your rest
We let your spirit run and live through us
Not a day goes by not a holiday comes and goes We think of you
Missed and loved by many I hold my head up high because I know you LIVING

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