Trayvon (The Song)

There is so much to say about this trial, and at the same time, so much to be silent about. One can talk for hours about how the system is unfair, how we need to organize, how we need to heal, how we need to vent, how we need to be a better nation.

But I've already weighed in on this whole affair by a song I wrote a year ago, called Trayvon.

The lyrics:

Trayvon someone’s young joy

Someone’s young son,                                           

Someone’s young boy

Did he realize his young life was

about to end?

Here comes the light rain

Raise the hoodie, he can’t complain                     

Dry is better than, I suppose

Looking the thug!                            

He thought that the skittles

And the ice tea would just settle                                       

His jumbling stomach

And make him smile!

But Trayvon

The outcast

Is profiled                                                      

Real fast

Could this outcast

Review the past

And turn it around?

As the neighborhood watch dog

Checks his watch, checks his log             

This ain’t the time for being

Darker than blue

Wrong place, the wrong time

Wrong race, the wrong line                        

Can this altercation just tell us

What we already knew?

But moral dilemmas are seldom

Out of sight

Do the tears that we shed for this crazy world

Excuse our plight?

But when I bring it to your attention

You say: don’t complain

How many times in our life do we see death

look like falling rain?

Don’t complain

It’s so insane!

Bottom line we all know

Awareness grows

Real slow

And time shows                               

When it grows

Our hearts are our own.

 The link to the song:  bit.ly/12DREfa