For all of the Trayvons
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Shooting for sport and we are the kill
Using our voices till time goes still
We scream, cry, and pray but there is no change
God himself can feel this pain
When Zimmerman was Black When Zimmerman was black And little Tray got killed, We shook our heads, and we turned our backs. When Zimmerman was black We blamed the community, and We shook our heads, and we turned our backs. When Zimmerman was blac