The Trayvon Martin Story

[Intro: Real Prophecy] Hello world I got a story to tell It gets vivid [Verse 1: Real Prophecy] It was a Sunday night in Sanford, feelin' the breeze at ease No police or beef, what a relief walkin' the streets in peace Unbelievable, he shoulda had a vehicle Cause something inconceivable happened to this seventeen year old Like the son of Afeni Shakur, he's even mature Seen him before, leavin' a local convenient store This ain't a goodie song, correct me yo I could be wrong But is it illegal to be in public with a hoodie on Headed to a place never separated with unity Assumin' he safely made it to this gated community A loner, sip Arizona, sorta dreadin' of being An airplane mechanic in Sarasota somewhere in Florida On his journey I bet he was half the way so All he had was a phone and a bag of taste the rainbows He starts to panic, panic well can't you tell He's being followed by a Caucasian slash Hispanic male [Bridge: George Zimmerman 911 call] Zimmerman: This guy looks like he's up to no good Or he's on drugs or something He's got his hands in his waistband And he's a black male Shit.. He's running.. these fucking coons Dispatcher: Are you following him? Zimmerman: Yeah Dispatcher: Okay we don't need you to do that Zimmerman: Okay [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Just a teen, mindin' his own business, feelin' suspicious Like who is this stalking me with malicious intentions It was a twenty-eight year old neighborhood watchmen In spite of his will, legally licensed to kill Pistol at his waist, his job was to keep the neighborhood safe But then he chased the kid in disgrace 911, ignored the dispatcher as he bagan to run It seems, the suspect was havin' fun, he grabbed his gun Before he was pushed or fell, he took out his cell as well Further detail, he had to alert his female He said babe, there's a man watchin' me This ain't the time of week for somebody to be playin' hide and seek Now he's trapped, thrown to the ground, screamin' for help Deep as it felt, I probably would've peed on myself While another cop's hired, Trayvon is on the block tired Reachin' for skittles, a nine millimeter shot's fired [Bridge 2: Witness] (Gunshot) I'm pretty sure the guy is.... dead out here Holy...(CENSORED) [Verse 3: Real Prophecy] All we have in the ending is a man with a victim Admitted to killing him but claimin' he is more than innocent What he did was militant, thank you for listenin' to a description Of a Florida citizen, named George Zimmerman As I commence, he should recompense If he had some sense, he wouldn't shoot as a reaction of self defense The real problem is why no justice is being done Free to run, a father shouldn't ever have to see his son Shot and killed February 26, we should've had a cam recorder To report some evidence in Sanford, Florida What you expect, assume the rest He lose his breath from a wounded chest, leavin' his family soon depressed Why does it take a month to see this is disheartening And does it take Obama and reverend Al Sharpton To spark the brains of many people in they apartments Justice is all we need, Rest In Peace Trayvon Martin [Outro: Real Prophecy] Man... This also goes out to anybody who ever lost somebody Put your lighters up Rest In Peace to the father of Alvis Dixon Whitney Houston, Heavy D, to my grandma Adinamay And Miguel Tabora Rest In Peace....