LYRICS : Rukus | I Think I’m Trayvon



Intro :
This one’s for the broken hearts [3x]

Verse 1 :
What if this was all different?
the bullet returned right back to the gun,
The breath returns back to the Martin’s son,
George Zimmerman never dials 911,
The dispatch never says “Please don’t follow”,
We never have to think Oscar Grant or Diallo,
And the kid with the hoodie goes back to the corner,
Bag full of skittles, can of Arizona,
Rewind for the people that pray he in Heaven,
Crying in the church while they listen to the reverend,
February 26th, a quarter past 7,
He would never even enter inside a 7-11
Back with his father, back with his mother,
Back with his girlfriend, he tell’er he love her,
Back before calling, before she discovered
That life isn’t fair, but its fairer to others,


Bridge :
So I think I’m Trayvon
Yeah, I must be Trayvon
Watch police say I’m dangerous,
Cuz I’m black, and my jeans hang below my hips
Is he blood or crip, is he gonna rob a chick,
It doesn’t matter if you’re shot, they’ll just acquit.

Verse 2 :
What if this was all different?
A light skinned kid in Chicago,
He doing a little community service, he stopped at the store for some caramels,
Got a couple of smokes, said “hello” to folks,
Cashier love him cuz he always told ‘em a joke,
He was feeling cold, and it was bout to rain,
And so he wore this hoodie, it had his college name,
He had been studying hard, so his eyes were red,
Couldn’t wait to sleep, its like he missed his bed,
And his phone rings, his best friend,
His girlfriend, she on the west end,
Her name’s Michelle, she’s smart as hell,
She believe in him, she wanna see him win,
But there’s a Zimmerman, thinking he’s a thug…
See, even Obama would’ve caught a slug.

Bridge :
So I think he’s Trayvon
Yeah, the President’s Trayvon
Watch police say he dangerous,
With his hoodie on, and those blackened lips
Is he blood or crip, is he gonna rob a chick,
It doesn’t matter if you’re shot, they’ll just acquit.

Verse 3 :
What if this was all different?
A white boy named Billy, just stopped by the store,
He’s wearing a hoodie he got from the Gap,
And his bootcut jeans be touching the floor,
Just a coke bottle and some starbursts,
He wanna scoop his girl, he need a car first,
So he just walk for now, and they be talking how,
He telling her he love her, he gonna take her out,
So is he dangerous, I mean the same kid,
I mean he’s white, but he speak the same language,
And his hair is blond and his eyes are blue,
Is he a threat to me, is he a threat to you,
And if he’s not then why, question your mind,
How come the police never kill his kind…
If a murder happens but nobody saw it when it did
Then I guess you can kill a black kid

Bridge :
So I guess I’m Trayvon
Yeah, I must be Trayvon
Watch police say I’m dangerous,
Cuz I know too much and I speak of it
Is he blood or crip, is he gonna rob a chick,
It doesn’t matter if you’re shot, they’ll just acquit.

Maybe he’s not Trayvon
White boys ain’t Trayvon
Watch police say he innocent,
Cuz he’s white, and his tats ain’t significant
He must be lost or something, lets help ‘em quick
And if he’s not, don’t shoot, they will convict

Outro :
For the broken hearts,
This one’s for the broken hearts
This one’s for the broken hearts

R.I.P MARTIN TRAYVON