Print

(Intro) Good morning Punks. These assholes they always get away Those were the words in that grown man's mouth As he followed in the dark a 17 year old boy who he didn't know And excuse my language but those were his words, not mine Can't just kill em all For no reason and get away with it yall Gotta have some justice Whether street justice or legal justice (Hook x2) I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin In a hoodie (I can walk anywhere I want) Don't shoot me (I can do anything I want) (Verse) I'm sick and I'm nauseous This is obnoxious Even though that it's obvious How free the compartments We was reaching for freedom Now we're seeking out justice SongtexteThen they get away with it Like they paid off the judges Mom and dad cryin Sad that their son died It's killers on TV Telling these foolish lies My ronic is advertised I bomb it on genocide They takin away pressure lot Gotta come from my daughter's eye And this relief repetedly I feel like they keep beating me It's 1957! They killing people sisters Lee I feel this all so vividly I'm losing my identity Your world is in a crisis Gotta want what he who striken me (Hook x2) I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin In a hoodie (I can walk anywhere I want) Don't shoot me (I can do anything I want) (Verse) I walk the streets of my hood No flexin, J cool it Makin juice and some Skittles So why did he shoot me? It was for innocent livin Them blows were given I don't know how he was driven To the point of no feelin See I don't play with folk chillin So why you come following me? It's self-defense Ain't nobody harming me Black and starving, So you call us retarded Man we build the new skills Like Malcolm and Martin We don't listen to a sharpener I'mma be the starter You talkin bout a circus We do this for a purpose The world is filled with pottery People speaking utterly I'm bout to bail all And don't care about who goes with me (Hook x2) I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin, I'm Trayvon Martin In a hoodie (I can walk anywhere I want) Don't shoot (I can do anything I want) (Outro) He pressed that pistol into Trayvon Martin's chest and pulled the trigger And then as the smoke and the smell of that fatal gunshot rose into a rainy Sunday Sanford night Trayvon Martin 21 days removed from his 16th year was facedown in wet grass laboring through his final breaths Aus Songtexte Mania