Beyond Trayvon Public Enemy (Ft. NME Sun)

[Intro]
"A seventeen year-old boy, who had Skittles in his pocket, was shot and killed"
"I believe the cops are racist"
"I had no intention about fighting my way out..."

[Verse 1: Professor Griff]
From the pages of the Cress Theory, I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah, I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track, with the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness, and black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till, it was tears and hearts felt
No arrest warrant, no weapons found
One eyewitness, yeah, black body down
I can hear it now, it's the same old racist shit
"Thought he had a gun," that's the same old racist shit
Confessions of a trigger-happy hitman
Murderous, homicidal nature, the racist plan
Burying black boys, the bloodthirsty hunger games
The face of race is white, yeah, they got no shame
"Stand Your Ground," they legalize lynch laws
Touch another black kid, yeah, you touch us all

[Hook: Chuck D, Professor Griff]
(Some of those children are small)
(Little kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon
He lives in a song
(Some of those children are small)
(Little kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon
He lives in a song