Ballad of Trayvon Martin

Trayvon Martin was a young black kid

Doin' the same things that we all did

Outside walkin' down the streets alone

Just talkin' to a girl on the telephone

Mindin' his business, not doin' nothin' wrong

But then George Zimmerman had to come along

Self-appointed wanna-be police man

With 9-1-1 call and a pistol in his hand

Oh, chariot swing low

Come to take another young angel home

Underneath that February moon

Another young brother gone way to soon

George told the cops "The kid's on drugs"

But what he really wants to say is "Black kids are thugs"

The dispatcher says not to make no stand

But he's gonna take matters into his own hands

Trayvon tells the girl that there's some guy

That's followin' him 'round and he don't know why

She says to hang up the phone and run

But the next thing you hear is the ringin' of a gun

Neighbors call the cops 'cause they hear screams

Another black child that never gets out of his teens

Zimmerman claims that is was self-defense

So Police Chief Lee just ignored the evidence

Oh, chariot swing low

Come to take another young angel home

Underneath that February moon

Another young brother gone way to soon

So Zimmerman goes free and the country cries

'Cause we're still shackled by the hatred and the lies

Now we gotta stick together to see justice done

March out of the darkness to the risin' sun

Oh, chariot swing low

Come to take another young angel home

Underneath that February moon

Another young brother gone way to soon

Oh, chariot swing low

Come to take another young angel home

Underneath that February moon

Another young brother gone way to soon