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I wonder why

Rick Ross
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Sandra's Smile Blood Orange
Call It What It Is Ben Harper
Angel Down Lady Gaga


Trayvon Martin era un ragazzo afroamericano di 17 anni.‎

trayvon-martin


Il 26 febbraio scorso, mentre passeggiava verso le 19 in una strada di Sanford, Florida, era stato ‎segnalato alla polizia come sospetto da George Zimmerman, un membro di un gruppo di vigilantes ‎della zona chiamato Neighborhood Watch. Zimmerman aveva ritenuto di segnalare la presenza di ‎Martin perché questi si muoveva in modo, a suo dire, sospetto e perché aveva il cappuccio della ‎felpa calato sulla testa (già, pioveva…). Invece di aspettare l’arrivo degli agenti, Zimmerman aveva ‎deciso di agire da solo… Poco dopo Trayvon Martin era morto, ucciso da un colpo di pistola al ‎petto esploso a distanza ravvicinata.‎
L’omicida invocò la legittima difesa e non fu neanche arrestato, anche perché il Florida c’è una ‎legge sulla legittima difesa – chiamata “Stay Your Ground Act”, ossia “Resta al tuo posto” - che è ‎una delle più permissive degli Stati Uniti e che garantisce l’immunità a chi spara anche solo con “il ‎ragionevole timore” di essere in pericolo di vita o di essere ferito gravemente.‎

George Zimmerman
George Zimmerman


A marzo a New York si è svolta una grande manifestazione di protesta per l’assassinio di Trayvon ‎Martin. L’hanno chiamata “Million Hoodie March” perché ogni partecipante era vestito con ‎l’hoodie, la felpa con cappuccio che Travyon indossava quando fu ucciso…‎
Il presidente Obama ha manifestato il suo cordoglio e la sua vicinanza alla famiglia Martin ‎dichiarando: “If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon” …‎
Il processo contro Zimmerman è in corso, ma lui si trova in libertà mentre Trayvon Martin, 17 anni, ‎è sotto terra…‎
Come dice il rapper Jasiri X chiudendo la sua canzone Trayvon: “Il messaggio è che solo la vita ‎dei bianchi è protetta in America”.


The day you decide to get you some money
Nigga f-ck your friends
Ain't no friends we ain't even on that
All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't f-ck with you

You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time

Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
Nineteen, living like a f-cking rap star
Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film
One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims
Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim
They know I'm [?] but see I know it's him
Never testify, I seen it in his eye
Attempted murder on his life in that 360i
With my two eyes
Two different pistols
One with registered and one to get your issue
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized

You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time

Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground

Got on my hoodie and my motherf-cking Desert Eagle
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise
I could see a hustler in my son's eyes
I never knew that money bring so many enemies
Dreams come true, they dream of killing me
But it's f-ck 'em and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list

Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground

You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time

(Okay, they're having trouble hearing you, so take your time)
Creepy-ass cracka
And then he said [bleep]
(And he's still following you?)
Yes..

Contributed by DoNQuijote82 - 2013/11/8 - 23:21



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