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This young teen that was only 17 very nice and not very mean.
He did nothin wrong grey hoodie, skittles, arizona tea, was judge and shot by a man that says he was a suspect of the streets.
Then died seconds later, by a white male that was a hater.
The man cliams he was doing self defense, by Trayvon skin color we all knew what it meant.
No justice served to the killer, but we know his dad was a surpreme court dealer.
Can you imagine if that was your child, just walking to the store not even a mile.
I feel his parents and his lover pain, to hear and witness an attack that is so brutal and strange.
I say hold me back because im black, i wear hoodies and drink arizona plus eat skittles.
Hold me back i say, cause a inocent brother was killed walking on his way.
I tear but not in fear, but in anger because of a mother had lost her son to a DUMB ASS stranger.
Woe! Woe! I cry in tears for Trayvon pears. Be strong hold on stand up for whats right and not wrong.
United we stand divided we fall lets hold his name up tall TRAYVON! Another inocent gone but not forgoten.
Remeber black is beautiful as a inocent child. :'( :'( :'( :'(