My mom said he was quiet.
Could pull possibilities and punch lines out of his pocket
But, stayed Silent
until messed with
Broke jaws
With the same hands he played nintendo with.
Mom said he was funny always joking around
But, he got anger
Lived in danger
the only way to stay safe
Earned him the named
Fred Dog
But I know him as Terrance
Maybe he had no support, or he joined a gang to support his brothers
Maybe he was left with no choice.
But he was in
The streets swallow you up
Jump you in
Shoot you out
In the hood
In his hood
He stood on 53nd street with friends,
with brothers, with soldiers
drafted to a corner
A black&white police car pulled up.
A Enemy Patrollin
through concrete goes in with
Boy in the back seat,
With handcuffs and a backwards cap on
Officer of “peace”, Grins from drivers seat
with hungry teeth,
his badge a trap, kids cap
Covered with the name of a rival gang
A combat-ant of different colors.
and yeah He got anger
Or fear
Don't know who shot first
but someone fired back,
rapid gunshot to their chest
See when men with purple Hearts and blue skin mix, they soak the battlefields red
No this isn’t a dive by
Its a officer taking calls without order
The holder or the gun was sworn to protect and serve
He didn’t do that
fred dog Ran
The hood told him to run
Out of fear, out of instinct
Run
Run back to my grandma's safety
Back to his Nintendo
To his childhood
Run back To himself
Run back to Terrance
Gotta find a place to hide
Two weeks later his heat turned blue
When the officers apporce the apartment
He jumped out a second story window
Following that same instinct
By the time he hit the ground
his body was riddled with bullets
shot him 10 times
Maybe more,
shot
to
kill
Maybe more
Los Angeles time article said
“Ambush suspect is killed in shootout”
Hit the ground and aimed a gun in the time it took to catch his breath?
Article said
officer was ambushed
Officer was shot at
said suspect was a gang member
Said criminal was killed
No word of how he was my uncle
or a son
No words on playing zelda told jokes
Reporters Would
rather
type about how
He died instead of how he lived
Why?
Why is that?
Take a fuckig guess
Why not mention he's human?
got no are lawyers asking
My grandma can't afford one
while the offers still on duty,
bringing cash in
Give a cop a therapist
We’re Served safety pin for bullet wounds
He was gone
too
Soon
My uncle was
so
funny
he would make your heart change tune
Yeah
i got anger
So pick up a different weapon
Try to bring him back through my word
This is how I got the chance to know him
To laugh at his joke
Not threw stories
And faded articles
in the quite
endless possibilities
What could’ve been
Until quite was enough
Until officer speaks death into existence with a gun
The things that could’ve been
Rest in peach Terrance Thomas
Me uncle I never knew
But if given the chance.
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