Mr. Martin

Tue, 07/23/2013 - 22:11 -- Jovon

Several miles away when shots rang
After a scuffle
My little brutha did his thang
Zimmerman couldn't hang
So, those shots that rang
Came from a coward
Cowardly acts
Now, my 17yr old brutha lays dead Zimmerman lurked & murked
With a few knots on his head- Never in this life would the flesh
Of Trayvon be blessed
For now
RIGHT NOW!! he is a blessing you took his flesh,
But you'll never take our blessing.


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