Lil Scrappy - Trayvon Martin lyrics

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Punks, these assholes always get away

Those were the words in that grown man's mouth

As he followed in the dark a seventeen-year-old boy who we didn't know

And excuse my language, but those were his words, not mine

Can't just kill a ma'fucka for no reason and get away with it shawty

Gotta have some justice,

Whether it's street justice or legal justice

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

In the 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 the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want

Don't shoot me I can do anything I want

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 identity.

Your world is in a crisis.Gotta want what he who stricken me.

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

In the 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 the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want

Don't shoot me I can do anything I want

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.

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

I'm Trayvon Martin,

I'm Trayvon Martin.

In the 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 the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want

Don't shoot me I can do anything I want

He pressed that pistol into Trayvon Martin's chest and pulled the trigger

And then as the smoke and the smell of that fatal gun shot rose

Into a rainy Sunday Sanford night

Trayvon Martin, 21 days removed from his 16th year,

Was face down in wet grass laboring through his final breaths

Thanks to Rap Genius Teezy for correcting these lyrics