I Threw Up Both My Hands
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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