R.I.P. Trayvon Martin
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you build me up just to tear me down
Society's pressure like a car in a compound
Society maneuvers around things
Things they don't wanna discuss
But rappers can talk about thug life and rolling up
He was seventeen years oldhad his whole life aheaduntil that one dreaded nightwhere a boy was found deadA man came and shot himhe claimed self defensepeople flipped the race card
