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letra de trayvon martin - lil' scrappy

(intro)
good morning
punks.
these -ssholes 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)
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)

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
then 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 ident-ty
your world is in a crisis
gotta want what he who striken me

(hook)
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)

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)

(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 n-body harming me
black and starving,
so you call us r-t-rded
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)
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)

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 â€“ 21 days removed from his 16th year was facedown in wet gr-ss laboring through his final breaths

- lil scrappy

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