He was hung here
Strung up here at this tree
Rope burns imbedded in its branches
From its past memories
So many went before him
Not for a crime
But from a hate crime
And he just wanted to be free
Walk among the streets
Like a normal human being
But instead
He was picked on  
Hit on,kick on and spit on
They didn't care
They gathered around
Laughed an cheered as he hung
Pushed his body an watched as he swung
Still kicking
Eyes blood shot from the lack of breathing
And as the rope tore into his neck
His own kind watch from a distance with respect
Watching the rope stretch his neck  
Hung six feet off the ground
For you an me
But how much has the world changed from he
What's free
Cause I see nooses tied around an tree for you an me