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My crime
Tears of sorrow,
of grief and pain,
tears of heartbreak,
indeed life may not be fair,

A youth I was,
I strived to hustle,
To make mama proud,
my dream cut off,
my life take away,
By people meant to protect lives,

Mama watched me die,
A brutal death,
my crime still unknown,
yet I was killed like a common criminal,

Not only me,
others have been sent to the great...