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Those boys don’t work; those boy can’t cope. Wearing
their jeans down around their butt, a white man knows they will not make the
cut. Those boys smoke dope; those boys make plans, but when the munchies come
there is no hope; looking at refrigerators empty, cabinets naked, a life of
crime might work, they just take it. These boys shoot; at houses, at cars and at
people; a 3-year-old was buried in the steeple. Those boys don’t have a father; those boys don’t
have zilch. Those boys are lost, forgotten and nothing. God, the city, county
and state cannot save those boys. SMH, Those boys. Keep hope alive? Those boys
were the hope that died.
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