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
