Tray Day

Today's your birthday; you should be here to celebrate
Instead of a symbol, of why America ain't so great  
At the rate things are going, she'll never be  
Yet so many keep ignoring her iniquities  
 
Skittles, ice tea & hoodies, shouldn't lead to our demise  
But in the blind eyes of justice, your death was justified  
Like countless black lives lost on the battlefield  
You could've been my son, is how I truly feel  
 
Your death revealed to me how they see us  
When will inequality hit the back of the bus  
They say in GOD we trust, still giving us HELL  
Full of demonic blood lust, are we still just retail  
 
I hope you're doing well, in dimensions unknown  
I hope your parents heal, not being able to see you grown  
Your crown would've been 25, if you were still around  
But that other guy, chose to shoot you with his rounds