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I saw the American flag laid out on the floor like a rag
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a train derail, people tossed about
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a lady holding a baby with a toddler on each leg
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a man on Kush, in a pose on the side of the road
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a man hit a women with a backhand, it sounded so loud when she cried out
I said to myself, “that looks bad
I saw a body burned to ash, laying in a pile of trash
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a boy hanging on a gate, wearing a red doo rag, wrapped around his neck was a blue rag
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
I saw a preacher one night, kissing on a woman who wasn’t his wife
I said to myself, “that looks bad”
Through all of my walkabout I could not find one thing good to talk to myself about
