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In New York, the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics On Thursday, an undercover police officer shot and killed Patrick Dorismond
Murder is murder, why are they confused? Another man dead, I read it in the news Who gave them the fucking right To run around like they own the night?
Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh
Wrong fucking time, wrong fucking place There is no fucking way, this is not about race Who's gonna call 9-1-1 When they can't tell a wallet from a motherfucking gun?
Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh
Bang, bang, Daddy, I want you dead Bang, bang, fucker. get out of my head Bang, bang, Daddy, I want you dead Bring me Giuliani's head
Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh, bang, bang! Oh
Since the shootings, police have changed their account of what happened that night The shooting has angered many community members, especially after four NYPD officers were acquitted last month in the shooting of unarmed African immigrant, Amadou Diallo
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