Lil Scrappy - Trayvon Martin lyrics

Punks, these a**holes always get away Those were the words in that grown man's mouth As he followed in the dark a seventeen-year-old boy who we didn't know And excuse my language, but those were his words, not mine Can't just k** a ma'f**a for no reason and get away with it shawty Gotta have some justice Whether it's street justice or legal justice I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want I'm sick and I'm nauseous.This is obnoxious Even though that it's obvious.How free the compartments We was reaching for freedom.Now we're seeking out justice Then they get away with it.Like they paid off the judges Mom and dad cryin.Sad that their son died It's k**ers on TV.Telling these foolish lies My ronic is advertised.I bomb it on genocide They takin away pressure lot.Gotta come from my daughter's eye And this relief repetedly.I feel like they keep beating me It's 1957!They k**ing people sisters Lee I feel this all so vividly.I'm losing my identity Your world is in a crisis.Gotta want what he who stricken me I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want I walk the streets of my hood No flexin, J cool it Makin juice and some Skittles.So why did he shoot me? It was for innocent livin.Them blows were given I don't know how he was driven.To the point of no feelin See I don't play with folk chillin.So why you come following me? It's self-defense.Ain't nobody harming me Black and starving,So you call us retarded Man we build the new sk**s.Like Malcolm and Martin We don't listen to a sharpener.I'mma be the starter You talkin bout a circus.We do this for a purpose The world is filled with pottery.People speaking utterly I'm bout to bail all.And don't care about who goes with me I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin I'm Trayvon Martin In the hoodie I can walk anywhere I want Don't shoot me I can do anything I want He pressed that pistol into Trayvon Martin's chest and pulled the trigger And then as the smoke and the smell of that fatal gun shot rose Into a rainy Sunday Sanford night Trayvon Martin, 21 days removed from his 16th year Was face down in wet gra** laboring through his final breaths