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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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