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
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