(Situation in Ferguson, inspired by https://www.facebook.com/JayFleadaddieJon who wrote C.O.P,Criminals of Permission)
My name is Jesus,
& i'm Riding in the car with my son in the back seat,
my son tells me "dad i wanna be a cop when i grow up",
So i said
Son the only man that protects you is me,
These cops won't protect you
they're the reason you'll be in jail when you grow up
with a broken hand only because
you said the wrong things and
found it unfair that they were tackling you
to the ground and stamping your face in the ground
they'll break your nose if they have to
just to put you in handcuffs only because
you say things
that hurt their feelings,
they're more sensitive than your great grandma
more paranoid than a person with Parkinson.
The only thing they deserve is death to them,
and let me tell the whole world
only because they're in uniform with sirens
on their cars they aren't like the firefighters
or the ambulance that drive by to save your life,
they aren't like
those people that save your kids from burning to death
in your house because they were playing with fire while you were asleep.
The job of the cop is to show up and kill
your daughter who has schizophrenia
because she is walked towards him with a knife
but he did not realize that she cannot make sense of reality
her mind doesn't work the way his does.
Her knife versus your gun,
Mr. Officer why didn't you just get in your car,
why didn't you taze her why'd you have to shoot her?
She's dead now,
you killed a kid whose retarted,
and i bet you feel like you did what your were supposed to do,
your life before any one elses
why don't you tell that to her family.
She may have been your next president for all you know,
oh wait i forgot she's whacko,
she's the same as any criminal right ?
My son had a dream last night
where he was playing cops and robbers with his friends,
then a cop rolled by,
he pretended to be a robber and
pointed a squirt gun at the cop,
the pig then pulled out his shot gun
and blew my sons head off
my son woke up crying and i told him
that it happened in real life
he didn't want to believe me.
These people in uniforms aren't what they once were,
they're mission isn't to serve and protect no more,
they're here to be your enemy,
and tell you what to do.
How about one day i walk out of my car at a red light,
where there's a cop in front of me while he's texting on his phone,
and the reason i'm angry is because the reason
they give tickets for being on your phone
is because there was a 9 year old kid
playing ball with his cousins
he could have sworn the driver saw him but no
instead the driver wasn't even paying attention
ran over the kid coulda sworn it was a bunny,
congratulations this kid can no longer talk or walk.
In the car i have a buddy,
to my left there's a black 12 gauge shotty,
we approach the cop,
throw a brick in his windshield
pointed the gun straight to his cheek,
i told him to put his hands up,
he did and made no sudden movements
i told him i got permission
from the people to kill him
how does it feel
it's the same way that terrorist was killed by his own people
this is what happens when you start to slip up,
that man you killed in Ferguson came to me
as a ghost and said it was alright
to do this
i guess you think i'm crazy just like that little girl,
except she could barely walk
let alone even know how to use a knife,
but not me,
i have perfect legs and perfect hands
perfect brain and what you gotta realize everybodies
brain is perfect,
as a matter of fact they'd probably lock me away
for writing this because i don't seem
to fit the standards of society
put me in a cage with all the other people
that you call psychopaths
and when you say, "Sir please remain calm"
you know what i'll respond?
"Don't you see? I am calm i'm not the one with
who needs to decide what his last wish will be,
oh you have family ?
So did that kid,
you have a son?
How about that killed you killed
in that car,
for pointing a toy gun at you.
You know what screw it,
these people don't do it
because they've realized they'll never be able to look at you
to protect them."
When my son grows up,
and comes home with gun shots to his head,
i'll ask him what happened,
And instead of his answer being that someone mugged him,
it will be that a cop shot him because he was
walking through a dark alley with a hoody
and his hands in his pockets.
And what do they say about it ?
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