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He motioned too me from across the street |
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His arms waving madly, "Come over to me" |
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I saw the panic as he approached |
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We both ran quickly to the house |
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Where the windows were shot out |
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He lay there bleeding on the floor |
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My mother beside him screaming |
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Dear Lord, someone shot my boy |
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I held his hand till the ambulance came |
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Then onto a stretcher they took him away |
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I followed close from the car behind |
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The lights and the sirens both dull in my mind |
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November 9 |
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Killed by a bullet from a jealous gun |
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It rattled his eyelids and pierced through his lungs |
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The damage now done |
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He was seen by her lover the night before |
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Swearing to kill him outside her door |
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To her defense my brother walked out |
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Raising his fists and screaming |
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Get out, it's me she's with now |
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Hotel hospital the tears burned my eyes |
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I slipped into nighttime and deep into dying |
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Without even trying |
