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FERGUSON MO
T-was the night of the grand jury, and all through the hood. Nobody acted right, they were up to no good.

The bottles were slung at the police with great care,
Fires were set by the looters there.

The hoodlums were out, not home in their beds,
Bandanas to cover, their afros and dreads.

Street punks in jackets, tags still on their caps,
Pants hanging low, as they fire their gats.

When out on the street there arose such clatter,
Wilson was innocent but that didn't matter.

Away to the windows they threw like a flash,
A malt liquor flew in with a smash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
The glow of the fires and tear gas below.

What to my teary eyes should appear,
A bottle thrown at me, a malt liquor beer.

A group was so lively and quick,
Screaming profanity while standing by pricks..

More rabid than wolves their course as they came.
I better haul ass cause they're freaking insane.

Now Dante - Now Tyrone- Now Tysheekie and T-Dog,
On T Rock, on Shorty fresh out of state prison.

On top of the porch on top of the wall,
Well dam shopping Friday, they just looted the mall.

I ran down the street, I didn't say a word,
The masses were charging just like a herd.

The fires and shootings this was just like a war,
Better send some cops, I think they need more.

Welcome Obamas America, United and free,
his plans working perfect can't you just see.

Black vs white, add brown and some red,
A nation divided until freedom is dead.

Sharpton and Holder have done their job well,
Divide our people now Ferguson hell.

People may die as this chaos finds all,
Mark my words there will be martial law.

Divide and conquer, it's a classic plan,
Race baiters and media the tools of the man.

They want hatred they want us to fight,
God help us all and to all a good night.