.Oh, Misses Shepard I heard about your son
He was filled with glory until hates gun
And he cried at that fence
Like a scarecrow, afraid
As those boys beat him dry
With the hands of hate
And Lawrence King never saw 9th grade
Before that bullet was forced into his brain.
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