Cops
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Killer Cops
Its six o’clock , I turn in the news
Trying decide which channel to choose
Just want to relax ,but then I’m shocked
The Cop I want at Pride
Sees the law as a growers guide
To a garden of a community
Written by amateurs
Who only slightly know what they’re doing
"I wanna be a police officer when I grow up!" A little boy of just a few year said to me.He must not see the news.
Crusin' in the ride late one night
My eyes beheld an eerie site
I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight
It looks like a cop might die tonight
Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
Another story on the news just broke
A father just died from being choked
Just like an innocent boy with a toy got killed
And a teen with his hands up was shot against his will
Take, take, take,
All you do is take
Give, give, give,
You struggle to give
Feed your children
Feed your people
Allow your kind to thrive
To reach the sky
Allow them to shine bright
Twisted lies and teary eyes
These news titles on the rise
Wrong perspectives, strong objectives
Activists are the real detectives
Police brutality? Our reality?
Families surviving on calamity
Enter the victim, normally dead,
Shot, bludgeoned, or pushed off a cliff, on his head,
All across the nation people are searching for retaliation.
Those Negro Boys
Now you see,
I know something about them Negro boys,
The ones who don’t do nothing but sell weed and drugs,
Sitting in this car I can’t move my hands.
Go check my facebook, I bet I have some fans
Sat me in this chair, ready to tell my story.
Before I said a word their jokes told it for me.
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption,
Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.
This backfires on our economic production,
We the citizens have no wall of security.
A troubled teen,
she wonders the streets,
a paint can in her hand.
She wants someone to notice her.
She wants someone to value her,
so she will receive her value from afar.
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying
World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling
Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits,
discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
To the cop haters
who don't know what they do for you
who don't feel the pain they feel.
Some of America's most compassinate people
are the ones who serve and protect.
So don't launch into some
Taking a nice walk Down in Memphis We’ve got permission So what’s to fear? Just taking a walk Down in Memphis Then the cops came along and said, "Get the hell out of here"
With a flash the memories are gone
A Dozen of cars crashed them all
Holding your hand and biting your lips
Is that the terror that comes within?
On your wrist it shows
