The scorching sun burnt me As they beat me purposefully I knew I was going to die that day So I didn't try to run away I had seen it happen once before To Ade, the errand boy He had stolen a man's watch Which was old and didn't cost much But an old woman saw him and let out a scream And the whole street pounced on him He cried and begged for his life He said he had four kids to feed and a pregnant wife But they didn't give his words much thought But I knew he wasn't lying for I knew him a lot They beat him repeatedly to a pulp His body was covered in his blood and on the ground it dropped. With sticks on their hands they dragged him through the streets Till they brou...

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