six feet beneat our foot,
we pray the angels see you through heaven gate,even as we call on his grace.hippop is dead the day you left;
we were hurt the night the gun puff,so we sang songs of gettoh gospel burn candles with tears on our face,till date your unborn child realize what it feel to be a black man,from east coast to west coast till the date your life was cut short you made legency,a tendency of what it feel to be a blackman
till the day we see again,we bow with peace in our heart.
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written by:okorie ekezie roland
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