Maggie's got dust on her eye brows
She wipes it off with her nose
Jared's got tiger stripes on his palms
He don't care for no life lines
I've got mindless conversations
I tend to write them down right here
But this one's not about you and me
And it sure as hell ain't about them
This one's for Troy Davis
And how the filthy took a life
Now he is slowly turning to dust
And a nose that will only bleed
He sure can't dream about tiger stripes
Cause his life lines ceased to exist
He wont have a mind to converse
And a living space to vent it all in
This will never be about you and me
And it sure as hell wont be about them
This one's for Troy Davis
And the losers who took his life
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