They’re detonating bombs at the Boston Marathon.

Aint nobody get caught and it’s 3 more bombs.

Uh, Waco Texas, uh 911.

On U.S soil, my time is seven.

A new rude awakening, culture shock.

When you see the signs, your supposed to stop.

Who would have ever thought about bombs at the finish line?

Pass the baton before your palms past the finish line.

No fear, pick it up, and start another race.

You know I love to run  like you love your mothers face.

Barack said they’ll feel the full weight of Justice.

Now pick each other up, you’re supposed to be each others crutches.

Justis James™ Did It
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