Perception

I remember I was 10 when he died

The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide

 

Barely made it to 17

All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream

I hope I can can make it to 17

I wanna have a future , live like a normal teen

 

But evidently there's a barrier

 

A barrier that divides the white and black american dream

violence isn't always the key

 

Brutality, wickedness

there all the same thing

 

This is what weakens our society

There's another key and its not bribery

 

As one we can make a strong civil nation

but we can't even help our own civilization

 

We shouldn't stand up just for our own kind

Stand up for all the youth, so stop being blind

God gave your own set of two eyes

Open them and up and see where the truth lies.

 

I wanna be able to have accomplishments, and deeds

I'll pick where Trayvon left off and finish his dreams

 

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