Mah lil baby boy never did nuthin to nobody.
Yo time is up
I had a dream last night about a kid who rode the church bus. His name is also Trayvon. He’s probably about 17 now, Trayvon Martin’s age when he got popped. Like Trayvon Martin, he has worthless parents (if you can call them that). What’s really sad, is when you spend time with these kids you can see that they all have soft hearts, just like your own kids, who want someone to care about them. But he was angry. Angry that he and his siblings stunk because there were about 5 pit bulls living in there house. Angry that he didn’t know who his father was. My guess is that little bus kid has morphed into something much like the Trayvon who got himself shot that evening.