Trayvon (an interlude)

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Where has Trayvon gone
Gone, gone, gone
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
He's been gone for so long
Has anybody seen that nigga Trayvon
What you mean he been gone, about a week
Bruh that shit mad weak
I'm running out of table scraps to eat, I've got mines to feed
He must be fiending, tweaking on that shit again
He said he was gonna quit
I mean you figure he's gotta be drawn to it
Given his brother, the paramedics
And we all know Tierra anorexic
But I ain't talking back behind his back
In fact we go back to days of the cul-de-sac
Days of shooting hoop and shooting back
But when you see his black ass, tell him to hit me up
And pay me back
And
Where has Trayvon gone
He's been gone for so long
Whoa
Where has Trayvon gone
He's been gone for so long
Whoa
Where has Trayvon
Where has Trayvon
Trayvon gone
Has anybody seen my son Trayvon
He was supposed to come by, he said he mow my lawn
But that's not here or there
What if he's out there scared on the run
Head to grave
I already lost one, can't do it again
I told him stay of those streets
Stay off the shit
Stay away from the fake friends and that little bitch he with
What would it take for him to switch his style
He ain't shit, I'll let him know it, till he decides to fit in his place
Not a trace of respect
All my debts I tell him
God, what to do
Abandon in the Nile, abundant his smiles
I'll wipe till he see right
Tell him before the street lights
Until it make my trials contrite
My fights to keep him alive
Sometimes I don't know why I try
He's old enough to decide if he wants to continue on
Or be a by gone
So tell me if you see my son Trayvon
I ain't got to much long
And
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
Where, has Trayvon gone
He's been gone for so long
Yo
Where has Trayvon
Where has Trayvon
Trayvon gone
Where's my baby, I ain't crazy
He best be fucking pushing up daisies
In a ditch not in some other bitch named Daisy
I swear he does this, just for attention
Could never stay out detention
His mom always be bitching, for no reason
Just because your one son died feigning
Trayvon smarter than that
He knows what to mix
But apparently, not to pull when I say
Tell him once you find him, he got something on the way
He best be raising I ain't chasing no baby daddy
How the f*ck you suspect me to do this with this fatty body
God Trayvon
Where the hell you been, who the f*ck you think you are
I ain't asking for no fancy cars, no fancy laws
In the suburb that be absurd
You know me and I know you
We two are meant for here and honestly
I don't expect us to raise no Einstein but maybe
A decent nigga who can keep a 9 to 5
For that he needs you there and alive
So do by me right
Don't make me call my brother or your mother
Please just get back to me
I know the anxiety of living is hanging high
And bleeding dry but give it a try
Guide this life semi-right
And you'll do some good
Prove to them what they said we never could
We from foster homes and food stamps
Ain't no ladies only hoes and tramps
Trapping cause they trapped
End that bullshit by raising this and getting heritage back on track
And
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
Where, has Trayvon gone
He's been gone for so long
Whoa (yeah)
Where has Trayvon
Where has Trayvon
Trayvon Gone
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
Where has Trayvon gone
Whoa, yeah
He's been gone for so long
Has anybody, has anybody
Seen
Trayvon

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