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my son
I look at my son and right now its just fun. This Trayon Martin story really got me all worried, about his future and the man he is to become.
He's so sweet, innocent, & young
But one day he's going to have to be tough & strong cause the color of his skin seems to be wrong
Last night I hugged him and cried
He look at me and said don't worry mommy I'm not going to be bad
I pulled him closer, hugged him tighter, looked in his eyes, and told Trayon did nothing wrong that's why everyone is sad and mad
He did nothing except be black and that's a fact!
Michael Vick goes to jail for fighting dogs, George Zimmerman is free to do as he pleases this is what they call justice?
How do I protect my son from a world so cold where the color of his skin he just can't win
All I can do is cover him in the blood and pray to the heavens above
He's so sweet, innocent, & young
But one day he's going to have to be tough & strong cause the color of his skin seems to be wrong
Last night I hugged him and cried
He look at me and said don't worry mommy I'm not going to be bad
I pulled him closer, hugged him tighter, looked in his eyes, and told Trayon did nothing wrong that's why everyone is sad and mad
He did nothing except be black and that's a fact!
Michael Vick goes to jail for fighting dogs, George Zimmerman is free to do as he pleases this is what they call justice?
How do I protect my son from a world so cold where the color of his skin he just can't win
All I can do is cover him in the blood and pray to the heavens above
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