Trayvon Martin was a young black kid
Doing the same things that we all did
Outside walking down the streets alone
Just talking to a girl on the telephone
Mindin' his business not doing nothin' wrong
But then George Zimmerman had to come along
Self-appointed wannabe police man
With a 911 call and a pistol in his hand
Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another young angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another young brothers going away too soon
George tells 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
Trayvon tells the girl that there's some guy
That's following him around and he don't know why
She says to hang up the phone and run
But the next thing you hear is the ringing of a gun
Neighbors call the cops 'cause they hear screams
Another black child never gets out of his teens
Zimmerman claims that it was self defense
So Police Chief Lee just ignored the evidence
Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another young angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another young brothers gone away too soon
So Zimmerman goes free and the country cries
'Cause we're still shackled by the hatred and the lies
Now we've got to stick together to see justice done
March out of the darkness to the rising sun
Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another young angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another young brothers gone away too soon
Oh, chariots swing low
Come to take another young angel home
Underneath that February moon
Another young brothers gone away too soon