Makes me wanna.. (to the beat of J. Cole's BE FREE)
Makes me wanna cry
Makes me wanna die
Man shot down hands lifted to the sky
Makes me wonder why
Bullets had to fly
Facts start surfacing and cover up the lie
Makes me wanna write
Makes me wanna run
Teary eyes staring down the barrel of a gun
CNN coverage of her burying a son
Burdens grow heavy like shes carrying a ton
Makes me wanna pray
Makes me wanna speak
Makes me wanna grab my kids and kiss them on cheeks
Hoping one day they don't encounter gunplay, get shot left laying in the middle of the street
Blood staind body that they cover with a sheet
I swear its all happening like every other week
Feels like a nghtmare, but I never went to sleep
Makes me wanna weep
Makes me wanna weep
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THIS is a powerful tribute to young Mr. Brown and beautifully captures the pain of our community. I'm going to share this one, brotha. Thank you
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Very profound write! Our generation will be awakened and saved from the disease of death.
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Excellent write
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