It was a cold and rainy February day
Behind the gate’s supposed to be the safest place to stay
Walking home from the 7-11 with a tea and Skittles in his hand
Young Trayvon, just 17, will now never be a man (but he's more of a man than)
George Zimmerman called the 5-oh,
then decided to follow where he might go
Neighborhood could not watch as he caused woe.
Through the fire at nine years old, Tray saved his old man
But who could save him when the ground George stands
Becomes anywhere Trayvon ran?
2. On his way home to see the NCAA
On a lonely phone his girlfriend heard the last he’d say
“Someone’s watching me, but I don’t want to run”
Do you run for your life when you see a maniac with a gun?
Determined "another" won’t get away
Never listened when dispatch told him to stay
Zimmerman took his life away
(chorus) Come out, people, come out/ innocent memory we praise
Let life not hatred choose/ the color of our days
What is right for each of us/ need no color for our ways
What is right for each of us/ need no color for our ways
Come out, people come out in your colored rays
Ah, oh, when, Amen
My son, my son
oh my son
My son, my son
oh my son
Oh world...
3. And that phone lay far too long without an answer
After screams were borrowed as clumsy lies
For the Sanford police cancer
“It was self-defense” he said and they let him go
And for days they simply called Treyvon “John Doe”
And you’ve got to stand for what’s right
Even when there’s little light
So our children go not gently to that night
Come out, people, come out/ innocent memory we praise
Let life not hatred choose/ the color of our days
What is right for each of us/ need no color for our ways
What is right for each of us/ need no color for our ways
Come out, people come out in your colored rays
Awen, Amen
Come out, People, Come out
Come out, People, Come out
Come out, People, Come Out
(x4)
Written by C Lue Lyron Copyright 2012 Wingbat Tunes
R.I.P. Trayvon Martin
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