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I pray for the world
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And I hope everybody here hear me
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Because I'm black that doesn't mean that you should feel me
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We under attack and the target's the youth
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Can't wear a hoodie, have some Skittles and a juice
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This case prove that we are not equal
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And I can't understand, 'cause we all God's people
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Now I want everybody to reflect on Trayvon
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How you would feel if he was your son
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Dear Trayvon, how you doin' nephew, we love you
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I hug my son extra tight because of you
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And I can picture that night, it made me stay
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Then I got pissed off, it made me laugh
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I hope you didn't have to suffer, my young brother
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I often think about your mother, you gotta love her
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I often think about my mother, and then I stop
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Walk into your father house and you get shot
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I was 17 17 years ago
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Black president, but it ain't much changed, though
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You was ... we had to have this
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Still wearing black gloves with the black fist
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You had your hoodie gone, but you ain't do nothing wrong
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Got shot outside your father's home
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Never got a chance to open up your ...
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Then they wanna say that you was high of Marijuana
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Then they calling you a thug, but who get killed?
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If anything, he the thug, let's keep it real
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I'm thinking 'bout my nephews and my cousins
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I promise you that you didn't die for nothing
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I'm strugglin' to make sense of the nonsense
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Sick the black on black crime in the valence
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Tell Biggie and 2Pac I said peace
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Cause it seems like balance only increase
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Maybe at least some justice on the way
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I continue to pray like everyday
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I'mma try to live a better life for ya
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RIP Trayvone, we love ya!
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Letter to Trayvon
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Pastor Troy |