Trayvon Martin Lyrics - Lil Scrappy

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Punks, these assholes 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 you kill them all
And get away with no reason for this y'all
Gotta have some justice
Whether street justice or legal justice

I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
Don't shoot, I can do anything I want

I'm sick and I'm nauseous, this is obnoxious
Even though they're this obvious, have they really come by us
Reaching for freedom, now we seeking out justice
Can they get away with it? Like they paid off the judges
More man dead in crimes, saying did their son die?
Killers on TV telling me foolish lies
Ironic it's advertized on bombing or genocides
Talking away precious time, gotta go for my own desire
This really repeatedly I feel like they've been beating me
1957 they killing people senselessly
I see this is so lively I'm losing my identity
The world is in a crisis, get away with he on striking me

I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
Don't shoot, I can do anything I want

I walk the streets in my hood, no flexing just cooling
Introducing some skills, so why did he shoot me?
Where them innocent live in? Then blow is forgiven
Don't know how he was drilling to the point with no villains
See I don't play with folk chilling, so why you come follow me?
It's self defense, ain't nobody harming me
Black and starving so you call us retarded?
Yeah we building them skills, like Malcolm and Martin
We don't listen to our sharp no, Imma be the star
Talking about a circus, we do this for a purpose
The world is filled with guttery, people speaking utterly
I'm about to go on and don't care about who follows me

I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
No shoe, I can do anything I want
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
I'm trading foreign money
In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
No shoe, 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 grass laboring through his final breaths on this earth




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