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