Red(Trayvon Martin related)

Sat, 08/03/2013 - 23:41 -- ifuibe


I sit here, thinking heavy

My young brother, no intent of harming any

Walking with a hood on is that a threat?

But with his black skin many scream death

Skittles, tea

What harm could that be?

Minding his own

Walking alone

Along came a man, profiling my brother

But if his skin was pale he wouldn't even bother

We are moving backwards, King and X didn't fight for this

To them this is like a diss

Red, Red . Alll I see is red

But it will not stop till all my brothers are dead.


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