

Part 3 of picture to story The Voting Rights Act was signed six days ago, but it has only been a day since the neighborhood erupted in violence. Friends, who grew up together since birth, are now fighting one another with lead pipes and iron rods over the last loaf of bread in the nearest convenience store. Enemies are on the hunt to take out their foes, before they are taken themselves. Petty shoplifters make a fortune during the chaos that has ensued. The police are no help; they have a new policy of fighting fire with fire, so they are just as brutal as everyone else in the surrounded arPart 3 of picture to story


Part 2 of picture to story Horrors, thats all I see. Fire hoses spray black protesters more violently than I have ever seen them spew upon fires. I watch through the window of a soda shop, mortified, as an innocent black woman, guilty only of being at the victim of circumstance, is targeted by the merciless firemen. As the firemen mow down the woman with their unending torrent, their previous target, longer under fire, stands erect. In his hand is his hat, which he slowly tightens his grip on, while the muscles in his back, perfectly defined by the drenched shirt that clings to him, tPart 2 of picture to story
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Unzip my body, take my heart out, cause I need a beat to give this tune...
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Don't Fuck with my mind, cuz i'll huff, and i'll puff, and i'll kick your ass in!
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