On my way home down Hwy i dont what number your step mother calls meet us at the park they found a body tears hit my cheeks i think im crying we walk over to the ditch, where they found you your body completly naked with a pink towel wrapped around your head the word satan carved into your body you've been gone a month we put up flyers we went looking your skin is starting to fall off your body but we still know it's you they still use dental records after the auto-topsy, we know what they did how your skull was crushed from all angles how they crushed the bones in your face how they snapped your neck they beat you death cause YOU"RE A MEXICAN but hey me too right mi'jo right? blunt for blunt you'll never be in pain again jay god took you home we miss you jay
Reason for writing:
my friend jerome was murderd, by these gothic kids, they beath him to death, and went back the next night, stripped the clothes from his body, and burried him, a few feet from a swingset at an elementary school park. we'll always miss him, he left us, November 16th 2001
Birth sign: Aquarius
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