Who Am I?

Because of my color
I have been mistaken for a jock
But never a man of medicine
Despite my absence of locks

Was told I looked like a preacher
Even without a bible near
Due to me wearing a suit perhaps
Result of the tv they love so dear

Once I must have been thought
To be a hoodlum while trying to get a bite
For an hour I waited for a hot dog
Friends got so mad at the sight

But now I am firing back
For Trayon's death was wrong
My hoodies will be worn often
For the arc of justice can be quite long