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White Sleeves

Given the choice 'twixt the kiss and the pistol


Aint gonna be no mommas to love us,
If we keep reacting from our visceral.
But dont take this story from some young novice:
I bid you crack this murder mystery!
Make glocks and gats abstracts of history!
Take tasers and triggers from those who commit tyranny!
So we can have a story to tell...
Ive killed some poets & youve done the same
But you keep tellin me that I cant complain
But when my dry-clean bill comes then will you believe?
When they say they cant get my brothers blood off my sleeve.
Fine. Stay stuck to your lies like white on rice
Black-on-blacks a crime, but whos holding the dice?
And, if not my hands then my eyes, If not my mouth then my ears
Michael taught us to look at the men in the mirrors
So, admit we were wrong, so we can move on, and the nation be strong, and united as one, and the men who are
wanted, can get a new dawn, and their daughters and sons can sing a new song and
We can have a new story to tell...

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