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These Days It Seems That MANY... Are Showing... They're NOT Ready... To PASS The TEST of Managing STRESS... !!! Like The STRESS of Work That CLEARLY HURTS... The Minds of Those Who MONEY CONTROLS... !!!
There is a quilt on the bed in Shea's room, Pink, red, blue, green, and violet,Lace and stripes and polka dots,White pillowcases with crisp corners. There are books on the shelves, different genres,Stuffed in sideways and upways and frontways,old
I'm quiet because they can't hear me... I speak up and they say i'm a nuisance.  
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
Suspicious, what a way to describe you. I am suspicious, too. I walk around black and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."   Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
Pu Puff Puff Pass *Smoking motion* Pu Puff Puff Pass *Smoking motion* It's like a jungle sometimes so I just roll that Tropic Thunder Roll that Tropic Thunder I stay high to keep from going under
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
Please excuse my color...   White man that fears me, excuse the color of the skin I was born in. Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine. I was born this way, you see.
What people think when the see a white mom with kids   Oh she works so hard. They're so cute! They must be a handful oh terriable two's!   What people think when they see a black mom with kids
Shake My Head What happened?
I'm sorry for not being like you I'm sorry for not looking the same as you This is the way God made me He made me in his image of perfection But whydid youhate me? You didn't know my name
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother? Where were you when they took my brother? Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,  But why did you let him take my brother! We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother. 
He was just as innocent as you, or maybe he was better, His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather, walking home after a long day,  never intended to cross your way,
Children Of God Wake Up This Is More Than An Act Of Murder This Is More Than An Act Of Racism This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
A Canvas of White
Seventeen, young and dead From one man's gun he bled Court, Trial, and Verdict Zimmerman was the one the jury picked He would leave a free man Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.  A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth. 
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
                                              It’s 2013 and look how far we have come. Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not. Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012 Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense But who really knows the truth without real evidence Policeman left to right
Life comes, life goes, this and more we know. But do we see, why it goes? Friends stay, friends leave, if only by who’s heave? True friends they do never leave. Family is, family was, is there ever a because?
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet The colors of the rainbow but Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there So nonexistent like some say God is but It's not what you see it's what you feel
We had to fight We prayed at night We hurt inside We built with in the pain The discrimination of our name and race
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