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Samuel Theard

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Published on Apr 7, 2012

This song is dedicated to Samuel and anyone else who's lost a loved one to violence. If you enjoyed the song, please show your support by sharing the video and downloading the MP3 at: http://www.soundclick.com/paypal/defa...


Here it is, BAM! And I know God damned the fool that killed Sam. I still can't believe that shit so its therapy for me to spit. I changed his diapers, I picked him up, I kept juice in his sippy cup. I bought his clothes when he started school and I got on his ass when he broke the rules. I'm not trying to validate my parenting. He meant the world to me, I'm just sharing. Thats it, no more, no less. Trigger man hear this, go on confess! That was a fail for you that night. He didn't gang bang so you get no stripes. There will be no glory, there will be no pride there will be no place in the universe to hide.

He had a lot to learn I had a lot to teach. He was a teenager that I could not reach. Sometime I'd lecture, sometime judge, sometime I'd punish and sometime preach. Like a puzzle that I could not solve. It hurt when our relationship desolved. It's not clear when I lost his trust. Now his ashes are ashes & dust is dust. I understand that life ain't fair but this shits fuckin with me so I just don't care. I'm hard to scare like a angry bear tryin to protect a cub that was not spared. It's real easy to kill a minority. We don't cooperate with the authorities. Were called a bitch and labeled a snitch while our babys are dying were diggin the ditch.

So I'll sum this up with not much left to say he was made in America the old fashioned way. He had hopes & he had dreams he was in the wrong place that night it seems. At the wrong time, in the wrong line, had a strong mind now that hes gone I'm lookin for closure keeping my composure he was student that was treated like a soldier. Shot in the chest, shot in the face. Then the killer disappeared without a trace. I know a lot of parents lost their kids. I know I'm not the only dad that did. It's a fact that everybody suffers whether it's death, illness or doing a bid. This is only one tragedy and can't compare It's merely my strategy to ease despair.

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