Saw a young black man riding his skateboard 
As I got near he looked at me with fear
He didn’t know if I was male or female
He didn’t know if I was going to shoot or smile
He didn’t know if he was going to be killed 
On the first day of the Trayvon Martin trial 
It saddens me that in my America that’s his reality
As a person of color can I live in this nation? 
Free from random acts of violence? 
Subtle innuendos, trickery treachery all around
The powers that be will not hire 
How can we play their game flawlessly?
Young Black men under constant fire 
Always wondering if today is their last 
Is this 2013 or are we still living in the past?