This is a song about "Finley martin"

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

These days we praise martin

I'm a son of gun

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

They'll have to rename this one

These days we praise martin

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old