Trayvon - Not by Elton John and Bernie Taupin
Trayvon wears his gold grill like a crown,
Call his child Skittles, cause he likes the name,
Suspended from the finest school in town.
Trayvon, Trayvon like his money,
makes alot they say.
Spends his days dealing, by the playground way.
He was born a bastard to a ho,
6 weeks past Christmas day.
When the New Tork Times says Clintons great,
Tracy Martin had a son today.
And he shall be Trayvon,
And he shall be a hood man.
And he shall be Trayvon,
in tradition with the family plan.
And he shall be Trayvon,
And he shall be a hood man.
......he shall be Trayvon.
Trayvon, steals womens jewelry all day,
His family business thrives.
Skittles blows up balloons all day,
Sits on the porch watching them fly.
And Skittles, wants to go to Venus,
and leave Trayvon far behind.
Take a balloon and go sailing,
while Trayvon, Trayvon slowly dies.
And he shall be Trayvon,
And he shall be a hood man.
And he shall be Trayvon,
in tradition with the family plan.
And he shall be Trayvon,
And he shall be a hood man.
......heeee shaaaall beeee TraaaaayyyyVVVVVVooooooonn.
Who knows why you just had to make that lean,
who knows why you became part of the gangsta scene,
who knows who sold you all them blunts,
who understood your whistles and your grunts,
who made you assault the neighborhood watch,
whose jewelry was that you were caught with at school
who made you act the ghetto fool?
Why didn’t your Crip daddy stick around,
whose head on the pavement did you pound,
who had to make a decision that fateful night,
when you left him no escape and picked a fight,
who made the choice to mock and sass,
an armed watchman (you called “creepy ass”),
who could’ve gone home but didn’t there go,
instead walked towards a six foot deep hole.
Maya Angelou, highly rated, but doesn’t even reach the level of mediocrity. The joke is on us.