The Gun The Results

Be not afraid of any man, no matter what his size
When larger than you is he, call on me and I will equalize

BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!

Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Children lay dead
Her baby dies, a mother cries
Do you feel their pain

Another drive by

You with the gun, with shit for brains
What is it, piss that runs through your veins?

You bought a radio for 40 dollars you say
and the tunes don't play

What's that got to do with a child of six
shes not part of the mix

Hey you who sold him the tunes
you couldn't give him back his 40 -- you spent it too soon.

A senseless death
because two assholes had met

A baby dies
A mother cries

All because guns are too much in supply.

jimmy j
3/01/02

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This poem is about the murder of Ajanee Pollard, age 7. The wounding of her brother Jason, age 6 and two others along with their mother.

ALL over a 40 dollar radio that didn't work. One too stubborn or too stupid to give the money back and another too crazy, so he killed over it!

Time of day: 12:30 p.m.
Place: West side of Detroit
Date: February 27th, 2002