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    A brother slain in the hood, a guardian of good, gone for good, was shot where he stood. By a misunderstood brother, not a hood, nobody understood, betrayed in his neighborhood.

    A Judas was in the brotherhood, a hot cop who should have been stopped, but nobody would.

    Jekyll/Hyde anger bottled inside, enraged standing eye to eye, tempestuous tempers collide.

    Bound in a rising tide, tempted to test heavens great divide, struck down by a colleague why?

    Let wrath and pride become your demise, my partner taken in his prime, we all cried goodbye.

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    When I heard silence chilled my soul, darkness took control, the reality was hard to console.

    Numb my body and soul, can’t get back what he stole, we try to control the sorrow that grows. Patrol with our hearts and our souls, but our hearts have holes, and our souls seek dark foes.

    Revenge blind would not be defied, his murderer goes untried, the association maligned.

    A terrible crime, not one but two friends have died, both slain by their tumultuous pride.

    Then I saw you in minds eye, showed me what was sublime, consoled my unsound mind.

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    Gave meaning to life dragged through time, vengeance inside set aside, a new presence shines.

    Your death and awakening sign, to let sensitivities subside, control my temper let thing’s slide.

    Put me in touch with thy spiritual guide, in heavens voice my life’s essence was redesigned.

    Compelled to help my mankind, bear lost lives and give peace to minds you left behind.

    A mirror image your reflection is mine, we’re closer in death than when you were alive.

    Now soul of my soul and mind of my mind, I carried out the task that you assigned.

    So I confessed what was confessed to me in confession and put to rest the misconceptions.

    That soul’s unrest, until killers professed arrest, that was my quest, attest to the distressed.

    It not be killers eyes that souls desire but in sons lives aspired is where peace transpires.

    So now we watch over your sires, as you stand beside the messiah, because this you desire.

    We make sure they reach higher, live lives you can admire, keep them from the line of fire.

    This is the venture you inspired, breath life into what was mired, our task until we all retire.

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    I know you watch as we pound stone, protecting us unbeknown, a guardian angel of our own.

    Keeping us from danger zones, postponing kneels before his thrown, before our call home.

    3369 see’ya on the other side, we’ll get together and ride, to the mountain pride, side by side.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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