This is a song about "Padre martin"

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Dexterity size of martin

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I see people like martin n' x

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

When he told martin luther king junior

These days we praise martin

Girls fast how jamaicans run