Rise up (Ode to Trayvon Martin)

1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared mamaI'm scared daddyBut there ain't nothin nobody can doDear OfficerPlease take these handcuffsOff of meI swear I've done nothingHe was my best friendHe was my brotherHe was my husbandHe was my sonHe was my cousinBut now he's goneDue to inevitable realitiesThat we must face each and every dayBut we shall not stay silentWe will stand together and foreverRise up and let your voice be heardBecause your heart gives the word

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