Closed Fists

i dodge no bullets,
i fear no man,
if death happens 2 come,
guess it was God's plan,
but death better come out swingin' with both fists,
cuz it's got an opponent who he don't wanna trade closed fists,

no justice no peace,
no silence, no sleep,
getcho hoodie on and get yo ass in the streets,
ain't no reason u ain't got of your ass & took charge in,
the protests of the motherfucker that killed Trayvion Martin,
the cops ain't investigatin to their fullest extent,
that this killer ain't in jail is a bunch of fuckin' bullshit,
young kid with a hoodie and some skittles in his hand,
killed by a coward with a gun in his hand,
i don't understand the hold up with the facts,
wait.. yeah i do, young Trayvion is black,
if the roles were reversed it'd be a public lynching,
now can u see why i'm standin' here bitching,
republicans and democrats discracing mr. Martin's name,
zimmerman should be made an example of ..fuck it, treat him the same,
put him in a hoodie in an all black cell block,
hand him some skittles and watch his ass get mobbed,
Tray had skittles and gatorade, who the fuck was he gonna rob?
i'm a stand with my hoodie till the jail door closes,
speaking from my heart,
swinging with closed fists!!!