Letter To Trayvon Songtext
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I pray for the world
And I hope everybody here hear me
Because I'm black that doesn't mean that you should feel me
We under attack and the target's the youth
Can't wear a hoodie, have some Skittles and a juice
This case prove that we are not equal
And I can't understand, 'cause we all God's people
Now I want everybody to reflect on Trayvon
I pray for the world
And I hope everybody here hear me
Because I'm black that doesn't mean that you should feel me
We under attack and the target's the youth
Can't wear a hoodie, have some Skittles and a juice
This case prove that we are not equal
And I can't understand, 'cause we all God's people
Now I want everybody to reflect on Trayvon
How you would feel if he was your son
Dear Trayvon, how you doin' nephew, we love you
I hug my son extra tight because of you
And I can picture that night, it made me stay
Then I got pissed off, it made me laugh
I hope you didn't have to suffer, my young brother
I often think about your mother, you gotta love her
I often think about my mother, and then I stop
Walk into your father house and you get shot
I was 17 17 years ago
Black president, but it ain't much changed, though
You was ... we had to have this
Still wearing black gloves with the black fist
You had your hoodie gone, but you ain't do nothing wrong
Got shot outside your father's home
Never got a chance to open up your ...
Then they wanna say that you was high of Marijuana
Then they calling you a thug, but who get killed?
If anything, he the thug, let's keep it real I'm thinking 'bout my nephews and my cousins
I promise you that you didn't die for nothing
I'm strugglin' to make sense of the nonsense
Sick the black on black crime in the valence
Tell Biggie and 2Pac I said peace
Cause it seems like balance only increase
Maybe at least some justice on the way
I continue to pray like everyday
I'mma try to live a better life for ya
RIP Trayvone, we love ya!
[Hook]
Dear Trayvon, how you doin' nephew, we love you
I hug my son extra tight because of you
And I can picture that night, it made me stay
Then I got pissed off, it made me laugh
I hope you didn't have to suffer, my young brother
I often think about your mother, you gotta love her
I often think about my mother, and then I stop
Walk into your father house and you get shot
I was 17 17 years ago
Black president, but it ain't much changed, though
You was ... we had to have this
Still wearing black gloves with the black fist
You had your hoodie gone, but you ain't do nothing wrong
Got shot outside your father's home
Never got a chance to open up your ...
Then they wanna say that you was high of Marijuana
Then they calling you a thug, but who get killed?
If anything, he the thug, let's keep it real I'm thinking 'bout my nephews and my cousins
I promise you that you didn't die for nothing
I'm strugglin' to make sense of the nonsense
Sick the black on black crime in the valence
Tell Biggie and 2Pac I said peace
Cause it seems like balance only increase
Maybe at least some justice on the way
I continue to pray like everyday
I'mma try to live a better life for ya
RIP Trayvone, we love ya!
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