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Truth stuck in his throat..
Reporting black facts to blacks beaten blue.
Mumia fate and a 45. caught by a thin blue line....
Brothers keeper kept on maximum security ice. Calmly living to die
by lethal injection of payback, state assisted homicide..
Breathe his last breath, taste his tears, keep his secrets.
Hesitant star of a one ring circus. Under glass for under class, fame made dirty by a shot in the dark. Innocence revolving around a revolver. Prosecution rests on Chestnut St. reasonable doubt lay in a
puddle of warm riddles. Fate and a 45. present tense turn past tense
in 1/16th of a second, no second chances..
Bullets have no conscience, no memory, no mercy. 50 lashes of white backlash leave welts. Mumia fate and a 45. no nolo contendre,
no deferred adjudication. Asking back blood from anger, his name infamous in spray paint. Whispered and shouted in holy high frequencies.
Beyond the range of soothsayers, doom sayers, political game players
who shoot dice with public opinion. Roll snake eyes on Death Row...
Mumia, Fate, and a 45.
