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To: Stepan12

The Ballad of Trayvon Martin
by Will Hoge

Trayvon Martin was a young black kid
Doing the same things that we all did
Outside walking down the streets alone
Just talking to a girl on the telephone

Mindin’ his business not doing nothin’ wrong
But then George Zimmerman had to come along
Self-appointed wanna be police man
With a 911 call and a pistol in his hand

Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another of your angels home
Underneath that February moon
Another of your brothers going away too soon

George told the cops the kid’s on drugs
But what he really wants to say is black kids are thugs
The dispatcher says not to take no stand
But he’s gonna take matters into his own hands

Trayvon tells the girl that there’s some guy
That’s following him around and he don’t know why
She says to hang up the phone and run
But the next thing you hear is the ringing of a gun

Neighbors call the cops ‘cause they hear screams
Another black child never gets out of his teens
Zimmerman claims that it was self defense
So the police chief leads and ignores the evidence

Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another of your angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another of your brothers gone away too soon

So Zimmerman goes free and the country cries
‘Cause we’re still shackled by the hatred and the lies
Now we’ve got to stick together to see justice done
March out of the darkness to the rising sun

Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another of your angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another of your brothers gone away too soon

Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another of your angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another of your brothers gone away too soon

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The Ballad Of Trayvon Martin | The Last Internationale

The Ballad of Trayvon Martin
lyrics:
come gather ‘round friends
let me tell you a tale
of a young man whose name
we’ve come to know well

he was Trayvon Martin
only 17 years of age
another black kid murdered
in the ol’ U S of A

chorus:
you’ve seen it all before
the few who rise, the rest that fall
you know you’ve seen it all before
you say it’s not your fight
It’s not your war

on a February night
down in Florida state
at a retreat he was stayin’
they call the twin lakes
he made the mistake
to walk beyond the gates
where the timid reside
and for that he has died
with no rights and no trial
no chance to survive
he was just a child
until the killer arrived
put one in his chest
and you know what comes next
the jury acquits
betrays the blood that’s been spilt
and somewhere a mother cries
with a void that can never be filled

(chorus)

George Zimmerman,
we’ll always remember the name
as the one who killed
then walked without shame
a few you have fooled
for the case you have won
but the people know better
your judgement will come

some say he’s just
a pawn in their game
yeah, you can say
that he’s not to blame
but the one who pulled the trigger
is still free with his name
and without justice delivered
you can die just the same

(chorus)

from Nat Turner and Crazy Horse to Malcolm and King
Medgar Evers to Troy Davis and the countless unnamed
it’s the same bullet, same system, same game
the same reason why Trayvon died in vain

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20 posted on 12/15/2013 5:08:47 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet (A courageous man finds a way, an ordinary man finds an excuse.)
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To: 2ndDivisionVet
I'm dreaming up my own lyrics and they're not a hagiography of the wanna be thug, Trayvon Martin.

It's only fair. Those idiots you referenced made lyrics that pissed us off so I should think up lyrics that piss them off >veg

37 posted on 12/15/2013 7:28:35 PM PST by Stepan12
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