*Fire*
Oooooh!
Ooh! Oooooh!
*Sad News*
Yeah
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
See the story from Houston
From a little boy that was goin to the store
For his mother for some groceries at store
He had his hoodie on, yea
He had his hoodie on
Mistaken identity for robbery and theft
Man they took that last boy breath
Man they took that last boy breath
The police not guilty, the police not guilty
Even was the wrong ID police still fuckin not guilty
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Shot down for the dope and the dollar sign
I often sit and wonder could this world be mine, nah
I be lying if I said I ain't heard em
When they told me I was just a nigga
Nothing but a burden to society
They call the Ku Klux to quiet me
Wonder why I'm stuck in here reacting to it violently
They hating on me silently, my skin my sin
That's why black man history's a one-month window
Staring out the back seat of my maybach benz though
Like that shit matter, while my homies and my kin folks suffer
Playin jealous hard motherfuckers, wishin they could be you
Envious, see through
I ain't scared of the boogey-man, fuck em
If Trump want war I give to him, gon buck em
America with three K's
Freedom got a shotgun
For all the homies shot down by white boys
And not one convicted
Of wrong doing, is it justice we pursuing
Freedom of death, beat em to death, fuck em
I will awake the sleeping giants, with one last word
One last nerve, me and you are not equal
It's not about the flag, change the people
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Yea we gotta liven things up
Pray for all the lost ones, lost in the battle
Lost in the battle, all the parents thats lost in the battle
And the fight they can't battle
Ban all the bad judges, ban all the bad judges
That's not giving justice
Ban all the judges that's not giving justice
To the culture, to the culture
They culture vultures, yeah yeah
Ban all the, ban all corruption
Our culture so beautiful
We talk to the people
We walk together we some equals (yeah, yeah)
No big I's and no little you's
No big I's, no little you's
We all together this time
We shoot together this time
Stick together this time
Your color my color they color how I color
Oooooh!
Ooh! Oooooh!
*Sad News*
Yeah
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
See the story from Houston
From a little boy that was goin to the store
For his mother for some groceries at store
He had his hoodie on, yea
He had his hoodie on
Mistaken identity for robbery and theft
Man they took that last boy breath
Man they took that last boy breath
The police not guilty, the police not guilty
Even was the wrong ID police still fuckin not guilty
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Shot down for the dope and the dollar sign
I often sit and wonder could this world be mine, nah
I be lying if I said I ain't heard em
When they told me I was just a nigga
Nothing but a burden to society
They call the Ku Klux to quiet me
Wonder why I'm stuck in here reacting to it violently
They hating on me silently, my skin my sin
That's why black man history's a one-month window
Staring out the back seat of my maybach benz though
Like that shit matter, while my homies and my kin folks suffer
Playin jealous hard motherfuckers, wishin they could be you
Envious, see through
I ain't scared of the boogey-man, fuck em
If Trump want war I give to him, gon buck em
America with three K's
Freedom got a shotgun
For all the homies shot down by white boys
And not one convicted
Of wrong doing, is it justice we pursuing
Freedom of death, beat em to death, fuck em
I will awake the sleeping giants, with one last word
One last nerve, me and you are not equal
It's not about the flag, change the people
Little boy got shot down today
A little boy got shot down today
I hope his family is okay
I hope his family is okay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
Is it our race that pay
I hope the whole world be okay
I hope the world will be okay
Get on ya knees and pray
Get on ya knees and pray
We hope the whole world be okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Yea we gotta liven things up
Pray for all the lost ones, lost in the battle
Lost in the battle, all the parents thats lost in the battle
And the fight they can't battle
Ban all the bad judges, ban all the bad judges
That's not giving justice
Ban all the judges that's not giving justice
To the culture, to the culture
They culture vultures, yeah yeah
Ban all the, ban all corruption
Our culture so beautiful
We talk to the people
We walk together we some equals (yeah, yeah)
No big I's and no little you's
No big I's, no little you's
We all together this time
We shoot together this time
Stick together this time
Your color my color they color how I color
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Featuring Scarface
Although it is unclear who Swizz Beatz is referencing in the second verse, the story shares many similarities with the shooting of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin, despite Martin’s death occurring in Sanford, Florida.
On February 26, 2012, Trayvon Martin was walking back to his townhouse from a nearby convenience store. Trayvon, like the boy described in this verse, was wearing a hoodie. George Zimmerman, the neighborhood watch coordinator, observed Martin and, paranoid as a result of a recent increase in burglaries in the neighborhood, reported Martin to the police. The police ordered Zimmerman to remain in his vehicle, but he instead followed Martin, eventually fatally shooting him just 70 yards from the teen’s townhouse.
Zimmerman was eventually charged with second-degree murder, but was found not guilty at the end of his trial.
genius
Trayvon Jasiri X
Justice! Godswill
We Are Trayvon Plies
Trayvon Martin Tribute Papoose
Super Life Chaka Khan
Hoodiez Willie D
I wonder why Rick Ross
The Ballad of Trayvon Martin Will Hoge
Justice (if You're 17) Wyclef Jean
No More Innocent People Dying Kamal Imani
Trayvon David Rovics
Sandra's Smile Blood Orange
Call It What It Is Ben Harper
Angel Down Lady Gaga
Sad News Swizz Beat
Black America Again Common
Il 26 febbraio 2012, mentre passeggiava verso le 19 in una strada di Sanford, Florida, era stato segnalato alla polizia come sospetto da George Zimmerman, un membro di un gruppo di vigilantes della zona chiamato Neighborhood Watch. Zimmerman aveva ritenuto di segnalare la presenza di Martin perché questi si muoveva in modo, a suo dire, sospetto e perché aveva il cappuccio della felpa calato sulla testa (già, pioveva…). Invece di aspettare l’arrivo degli agenti, Zimmerman aveva deciso di agire da solo… Poco dopo Trayvon Martin era morto, ucciso da un colpo di pistola al petto esploso a distanza ravvicinata.
L’omicida invocò la legittima difesa e non fu neanche arrestato, anche perché il Florida c’è una legge sulla legittima difesa – chiamata “Stay Your Ground Act”, ossia “Resta al tuo posto” - che è una delle più permissive degli Stati Uniti e che garantisce l’immunità a chi spara anche solo con “il ragionevole timore” di essere in pericolo di vita o di essere ferito gravemente.
A marzo a New York si è svolta una grande manifestazione di protesta per l’assassinio di Trayvon Martin. L’hanno chiamata “Million Hoodie March” perché ogni partecipante era vestito con l’hoodie, la felpa con cappuccio che Travyon indossava quando fu ucciso…
Il presidente Obama ha manifestato il suo cordoglio e la sua vicinanza alla famiglia Martin dichiarando: “If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon” …
Il processo contro Zimmerman è in corso, ma lui si trova in libertà mentre Trayvon Martin, 17 anni, è sotto terra…
Come dice il rapper Jasiri X chiudendo la sua canzone Trayvon: “Il messaggio è che solo la vita dei bianchi è protetta in America”.