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Tick tock goes the clock

Glock in hand

Steady and cocked

Tick tock on the dot

Beating sidewalk

Adrenaline shot

 

Tick tock ready or not

Target sighted

Kill shot

Blood on these streets

Blood on my block

Smoking gun

In the hands of a cop

 

Man down

Brother down

Time’s running out

Stand your ground 

Stained in red 

Bleeding out 

Another dead. 

 

Tick tock from the top

Hands are up

Sweaty and taut

Tick tock loaded and locked

Block on fire

That clock don’t stop 

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