Last night I had a dream
They chased us with rifles
ghost skin colored with hate
we stared down the barrel of truth
they still don't like our copper brown sun kissed skin
the reality is within
listening to screams of help
taste the rainbow versus gun
how do we tell our youth it's over
when the lynch mobs still exist
hanging fruit, their loins cut manhood
a boy not yet his full potential
told he's suspect because one suspects he fits the crime.
Damn shame, that in this time
I have dreams of them holding a gun pointed at my chest
Trayvon's life although he rest,
is gone but we will never forget.
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