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In America, it is difficult to be black
You always have to stay on track
Where are all the Black men, at
Incarcerated, must of them, Jack
Well, I made it most of the way
Hey, I got a good job, with good pay
So, I am getting married, on this day
This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay
Now, its time to celebrate, this way
Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place
Man, this wedding reception is great
Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late
I need to step outside to meditate
I got something special for my baby girl
Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat
Casually, I jet to my car
Well, I did not get very far
I heard gunshots ring through the air
So, I got nervous, with great despair
Sure, you feel the tempers flair
I see the man, packing the heat
You feel the anger in these streets
The words began to shout, no doubt
Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out
We have no problem here, Mr. Man
I just want to get some stuff out my car
The policeman said no, then pointed the assault weapon, at my head
Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground
Then, I reached down for my car keys, with my left hand
Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets
Suddenly, they burst a few rounds, up inside of me
I receive multiple bullets from my head to my knees
They decided not to incarcerate me,
Instead, they invited me to this 50-bullet wedding, without the bride or groom
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The Dagger's Edge of Your Kiss
