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History will always repeat, for it's no longer one color under a white sheet.
With mask pulled down to cover their face, here now another death shall take
place.
In a cowards act, during a cowards play, another of our young shall be taken
away.
For in a drive-by-shooting, there is no one person to blame, a bullets target is
all the same...
It Bears no Name!
They shoot at you; you shoot at them, all in a cycle of revenge.
Yet who will stand up, who will say they did it, if all the faces were hidden.
("If you fail to understand my story, well keep reading and you will...)
just take a look at that passing car tell me if you know who they are?
Before you fall, before you die, tell me did you see their eyes?
In your last breath, when your heart takes its last beat, you tell me the color
under the white sheet.
When they bury you six feet deep, let your spirit observe everyone there around
your grave. The ones who l killed you are there...
the mask come off, to cry with your mother, and go back to kill another brother.
If in death, as in life, you fail to see, take another look before you go, at the
brothers in the front row seat.
Follow them to their house, to find out what this story is all about. When they
leave, you will see who they are, who will be the next victim, of this faceless
crime.
You will see the color under the sheet is different this time.
