Ballad of Trayvon Martin

Trayvon Martin was a young black kid
 Doing the same things that we all did
 Outside walking down the streets alone
 Just talking to a girl on the telephone
 Mindin' his business not doing nothin' wrong
 But then George Zimmerman had to come along
 Self-appointed wannabe police man
 With a 911 call and a pistol in his hand
 Oh, chariots swing low
 Come to take another young angel home
 Underneath that February moon
 Another young brothers going away too soon
 George tells 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 following him around and he don't know why
 She says to hang up the phone and run
 But the next thing you hear is the ringing of a gun
 Neighbors call the cops 'cause they hear screams
 Another black child never gets out of his teens
 Zimmerman claims that it was self defense
 So Police Chief Lee just ignored the evidence
 Oh, chariots swing low
 Come to take another young angel home
 Underneath that February moon
 Another young brothers gone away too soon
 So Zimmerman goes free and the country cries
 'Cause we're still shackled by the hatred and the lies
 Now we've got to stick together to see justice done
 March out of the darkness to the rising sun
 Oh, chariots swing low
 Come to take another young angel home
 Underneath that February moon
 Another young brothers gone away too soon
 Oh, chariots swing low
 Come to take another young angel home
 Underneath that February moon
 Another young brothers gone away too soon