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on an afternoon ride

listening to... soul, jazz, funk and freedom rings

when all of a sudden...

my ears hear ... gunshots

old dude; living young
huggin the block
gets shot; kicks got got
guap got got
no cops till a day later
now trying to get people to talk
Cops asking questions; a little kid tells em
"I aint no snitch!"
The cops start to twitch
So I up and switch the situation
ask the cops
"Who killed Pac & Biggie?"
No words now but
-license and registration :: choose your words :: wisely son -
Son?
I am the Sun
at the peak of my arrival you place shades upon your eyes
so black is all you see
hypocrisy
by high noon
many of my moons and future stars have heard
- "Whatever you say may be used against you in a court of law!" -
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