Trayvon and Zimmerman two worlds apart...

Oh sweet Florida my home my Friend

A host of choice, a port of hope

Oh sweet Florida, A home for heroes 

A mansion of dreams, a place to love

your blue seas, white sands and shores of gold

Your palm trees to the wind do bow

Oh sweet Florida, oh Sweet Florida

of thee I sing

I feel your comfort, I feel your love though my skin be tanned, my hair be curled

my eyes jet black, my voice suave

of comfort of fairness a promise from you

of my race, not a question for equality we bought

I feel your riches, I smell your wine

of hardwork and oppurtunity a slice I have

now to protect your shores and my hard earned riches

To thy streets I hurl myself my sword

I should take a walk, I should feel your sweetness

I get some candy and smell the rain

Oh sweet Florida, of thee I sing

Oh sweet Florida, oh sweet Florida

I see a threat, a hood and swagger an enemy I tell

should I draw my sword and challenge this foe, or dog his steps then cut him down

he is armed all right, with a deadly hood and a black skin

to no good he is aimed, oh Florida thy shores I protect

I have a Shadow, a sickening feeling

I have been perceived to be a threat

my race, my colour questioned again

oh sweet Florida this tainted freedom please abolish

He slows his steps, why should he

he is a foe now I see 

he must assume the position

or my steel would drive my challenge and question

I should walk faster and shake this shadow

of fear and anger I feel arising

Oh Florida oh Florida, of thee I sing

I would stand my ground and declare myself

Halt thy steps and declare thyself

to no good I perceive you to be

you would stand with me

till the sheriff does arrive 

Why should I be held to ransom 

on these lovely shores of mine and thou

No, my freedom I must protect and declare

of this, not an inch would I give

He does resist then my sword would speak

a blemish he is to these shores of ours

Now he is down his blood abroad, a closer look I take to see

a foe alright he is to us and has been for all of 17 years

Oh Florida, oh Florida I lie mortally wounded, for once again my skin belies me

now from me gushes my youth, my virtue my soul with the rain does mingle

oh Florida, oh Florida of thee I sing

I lie here spent, my future taken 

Could I have waited 
the sheriff would come
but then i did what I did to protect myself
after-all a hood and black skin he had on him

I go now quiet, for I must 

for my body lies broken and spent beneath your sky

of justice and freedom I beg again

though I know it shall never be mine

Go on now young foe
I have a story to tell for us both
in the grave you can but rest
your colour on earth brought you non of that

Oh I wish my mother to see for just a moment ere I go 

the silence is come, the night beckons 

my heart flutters my breadth is stilled

goodbye Florida of thee I sing