The Trayvon Martin Story

[Intro: CJay]
Hello world
I got a story to tell
It gets vivid

[Verse 1: CJay]
It was a Sunday night in Sanford, feeling the breeze at ease
No police or beef, what a relief walking the streets in peace
Unbelievable, he shoulda had a vehicle
Cause something inconceivable happened to this seventeen year old
Like the son of Afeni Shakur, he's even mature
Seen him before, leaving a local convenient store
This ain't a goodie song, correct me yo I could be wrong
But is it illegal to be in public with a hoodie on
Headed to a place never separated with unity
Assuming he safely made it to this gated community
A loner, sip Arizona, sorta dreading of being
An airplane mechanic in Sarasota somewhere in Florida
On his journey I bet he was half the way so
All he had was a phone and a bag of taste the rainbows
He starts to panic, panic well can't you tell
He's being followed by a Caucasian slash Hispanic male

[Bridge: George Zimmerman 911 call]
Zimmerman: This guy looks like he's up to no good
Or he's on drugs or something
He's got his hands in his waistband
And he's a black male
Shit.. He's running.. these fucking coons
Dispatcher: Are you following him?
Zimmerman: Yeah
Dispatcher: Okay we don't need you to do that
Zimmerman: Okay

[Verse 2: CJay]
Just a teen, minding his own business, feeling suspicious
Like who is this stalking me with malicious intentions
It was a twenty-eight year old neighborhood watchmen
In spite of his will, legally licensed to kill
Pistol at his waist, his job was to keep the neighborhood safe
But then he chased the kid in disgrace
911, ignored the dispatcher as he began to run
It seems, the suspect was having fun, he grabbed his gun
Before he was pushed or fell, he took out his cell as well
Further detail, he had to alert his female
He said babe, there's a man watching me
This ain't the time of week for somebody to be playing hide and seek
Now he's trapped, thrown to the ground, screaming for help
Deep as it felt, I probably would've peed on myself
While another cop's hired, Trayvon is on the block tired
Reaching for skittles, a nine millimeter shot's fired

[Bridge 2: Witness]
(Gunshot)
I'm pretty sure the guy is.... dead out here
Holy...(CENSORED)

[Verse 3: CJay]
All we have in the ending is a man with a victim
Admitted to killing him but claiming he is more than innocent
What he did was militant, thank you for listening to a description
Of a Florida citizen, named George Zimmerman
As I commence, he should recompense
If he had some sense, he wouldn't shoot as a reaction of self defense
The real problem is why no justice is being done
Free to run, a father shouldn't ever have to see his son
Shot and killed February 26, we should've had a cam recorder
To report some evidence in Sanford, Florida
What you expect, assume the rest
He lose his breath from a wounded chest, leaving his family soon depressed
Why does it take a month to see this is disheartening
And does it take Obama and reverend Al Sharpton
To spark the brains of many people in they apartments
Justice is all we need, Rest In Peace Trayvon Martin

[Outro: CJay]
Man... This also goes out to anybody who ever lost somebody
Put your lighters up
Rest In Peace to the father of Alvis Dixon
Whitney Houston, Heavy D, to my grandma Adinamay
And Miguel Tabora
Rest In Peace....