Ballad of Trayvon Martin Will Hoge

[Verse 1]
Trayvon Martin was a young black kid
Doin' the same things that we all did
Outside walkin' down the streets alone
Just talkin' to a girl on the telephone

[Verse 2]
Mindin' his business, not doin' nothin' wrong
But then George Zimmerman had to come along
Self-appointed wanna-be police man
With 9-1-1 call and a pistol in his hand

[Chorus]
Oh, chariot swing low
Come to take another young angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another young brother gone way to soon

[Verse 3]
George told the cops "The kid's on drugs"
But what he really wants to say is "Black kids are thugs"
The dispatcher says not to make no stand
But he's gonna take matters into his own hands

[Verse 4]
Trayvon tells the girl that there's some guy
That's followin' him 'round and he don't know why
She says to hang up the phone and run
But the next thing you hear is the ringin' of a gun