Dear Trayvon


how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life

how could he kill that boy and get out the same night

i guess when a dog bark on the street that mean he bite

just because im black dont make me evil

and just cus its pure dont mean its white

dont assume im doin wrong

cus u  might not be right

cus ones you never thought would

them the ones that might

i can get called a "nigga" all day

but im free so dont treat me like one

whats right is right 

and whats wrong is wrong

so zimmerman u gone get yours

cus its this girl out

her name Karma she something else

justice is what she wants




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