My black male son
I worry every time you go out the door but I have to let go cause you are 24.
Then I pray dear father bring him home safe he is my only son Im scared for him and he sees no danger he doesn't see that the police can frame him he doesn't see that he is a target he doesn't see that he is amerikkkas most wanted. While they lock up our black men and ship them off to the farms to make slaves of them again yes there are modern day slaves and they are being used for profit to make the prisons and the system rich they charge a dollar a head and he cant see they want him dead. i see the plight of the black man I feel like Im walking amongst the dead can't you see black man there is a price on your head my black male son I guard and watch over you and while you sleep I pray that a free black man you will stay. dedicated to my son Andre R. Harris
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