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In The Hoodie (to the tune of In The Ghetto)
As the lights shine on a warm and mild Florida night
A neighboring young man is doin' alright in his hoodie
And his mama doesn't know 'bout something that she doesn't need
It's that his soul is soon to be freed from his hoodie
People, don't you understand they need a helping hand?
Or this will surely be a no man's land some day
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well the world turns and the young neighbor man in hooded clothes
Walks down the street as a warm breeze blows o'er his hoodie
And his temper flares under a watchful eye
And he learns to resist and he learns how to die in his hoodie
Then one day in desperation a community protests away. They call for an arrest, call for a trial, try to dispel the claims, but they don't get far
And his mama cries
As people rally around the young neighbor man
Who was killed in the street with nothing in his hand but his hoodie
Though a young neighbor man died on that warm and mild Florida night
Another local young man is feelin' alright wearin' his hoodie
And his mama cries.
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