Punks, these assholes always get away
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Those were the words in that grown man's mouth
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As he followed in the dark a seventeen-year-old boy who we didn't know
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And excuse my language, but those were his words, not mine
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Can't you kill them all
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And get away with no reason for this y'all
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Gotta have some justice
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Whether street justice or legal justice
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
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I'm sick and I'm nauseous, this is obnoxious
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Even though they're this obvious, have they really come by us
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Reaching for freedom, now we seeking out justice
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Can they get away with it? Like they paid off the judges
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More man dead in crimes, saying did their son die?
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Killers on TV telling me foolish lies
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Ironic it's advertized on bombing or genocides
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Talking away precious time, gotta go for my own desire
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This really repeatedly I feel like they've been beating me
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1957 they killing people senselessly
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I see this is so lively I'm losing my identity
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The world is in a crisis, get away with he on striking me
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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Don't shoot, I can do anything I want
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I walk the streets in my hood, no flexing just cooling
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Introducing some skills, so why did he shoot me?
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Where them innocent live in? Then blow is forgiven
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Don't know how he was drilling to the point with no villains
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See I don't play with folk chilling, so why you come follow me?
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It's self defense, ain't nobody harming me
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Black and starving so you call us retarded?
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Yeah we building them skills, like Malcolm and Martin
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We don't listen to our sharp no, Imma be the star
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Talking about a circus, we do this for a purpose
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The world is filled with guttery, people speaking utterly
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I'm about to go on and don't care about who follows me
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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No shoe, I can do anything I want
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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I'm trading foreign money
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In the hood I can walk anywhere I want
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No shoe, I can do anything I want
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He pressed that pistol into Trayvon Martin's chest and pulled the trigger
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And then as the smoke and the smell of that fatal gun shot rose
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Into a rainy Sunday Sanford night
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Trayvon Martin, 21 days removed from his 16th year,
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Was face down in wet grass laboring through his final breaths on this earth
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Trayvon Martin
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| Lil Scrappy |
