Men Still Shooting Man-
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So many voices, justice yelling a me;
Cussing me out, men still shooting man
They just keep on, shooting at me;
Yet spiting in my face, men still shooting man
I said halt, the brother says what's UP
Bang I got shot, Cussing me out, men still shooting man
Maybe I didn't hear ya!
He says louder, what it is man
Yet urinating at my feet,
that's not the way to greet me
men still shooting man
HappenN to be no enemy.
My judgement have none
Got no hell for them
Veins in contact bleeding on my glasses
Bloody eyes can't see
They just keep on, shooting at me;
Yet spiting in my face, men still shooting man
I said halt, the brother says what's UP
Bang I got shot, Cussing me out, men still shooting man
Finally a bullet takes me out
I stop breathing I am dean
Eyes closed open them
I'm now in the presents of Jesus
He say's your vacations over son you're going back home
Maybe I didn't hear ya!
He says louder, what it is man
Yet crying at my feet,
Wiping my tears off with their hair
that's not the way to greet me
At the golden gates I am celebrate
As the Father and Angels greet me
Welcome back home Son
Hallelujah
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2022
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