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by the time I reached the house
by the time I pushed the key into the lock
shot rang out from up the block
pushed in the door hit the floor
that's when I heard some more
like thunder blazing from a bizarre
flaming guitar played by Jimmy Hendrix
a painful tune in the middle of June
about the broken heart of a widowed mother
who lost her only son in a shootout
with the police coz his lookout
bailed out leaving him in the middle
of the street without hands up
shot too many times to standup
if he could would he want to
traumatize paralyze never walk again
I keep my music turned up loud
allowing the beat to bounce
to the sound of ground shaking
mentality my reality is fearfully
painfully made of concrete and blood
I throw rocks at the ballot box
it's time to run to that mountaintop
don’t look back don’t stop it’s not hard to figure out
Republicans kiss Democrats in the mouth
but, they want us to go to war
