In Memory of Trayvon Martin

  


  Im Just walking down the street with a bag of skittles and ice-tea


    and all of a sudden this man just started following me.


   I called my girlfriend on the phone


   she could tell something was wrong


    she asked me and i told her what was gong on.


  She told me to call the police,but the man got out the car and yelled at me


   I saw he had a gun,but before i could run


    he was on top of me,I was screaming help me! Help me!


     it was like no one was listening.


     I dont know why he was fighting me


      like i said all i had was a bag of skittles and ice-tea.


      Before I could get him off my body he shot me


      i still dont know why, but i i felt like i was going to die


       so I prayed my last prayer said my last goodbyes


        and i left earth leaving everybody behind.

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