in. the event of my demise I heard all,of your cries 17 and shot Dead all because a man was lead to believe a young black,man with a hoodie and ice tea was up to no good in the event of my demise the neighbors heard my cries as my spirit took flight i am no longer alive. In the event of demise give me what you preach, make a breach in case. I am Trayvon Martin and I hope I am, not just another case Forgotten.
