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Men Still Shooting Man-

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 © | Year Posted 2022

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