sixteen shots

In the night the sound's of gunshots you could smell the fear from the neighborhood block. The thickening of the plot as bullet penetrate the intricate spots the neighbors called the cops reports of sixteen shots. blood paints the pavement screaming innocence as we lament reminisce. How did we come to this mama never ! said there would be says like this. so now I'm pist because of this nightmare that exists. it's going to be a lot of mourning call the Coroner it's going be snot slinging and flower bringing and telephones ringing. sixteen shots heard in the night by police by any means necessary we must disturb the peace from Midwest to the east no Justice no peace.