Death squads hiding behind the shield of justice
Paid to protect, but rarely respect us.
When we need them most, they often neglect us
Then stick guns in our faces, like it doesn't affect us.
They approach our cars, with their guns blazing
They've become the enemy in our hood
The same hood they were raised in.
So when they pull us over, we keep our hands on the wheel
Though we have a license for real, they have a license to kill!
To hit us with their sticks, brutalize us with their kicks
And tell us to get our black asses on down the way!
But when they're across the tracks, yes these are the facts
It's "YES SIR, YES MA'AM, HOW ARE YOU DOING
And HAVE A NICE DAY!
©1999 Thomas L. White III
Paid to protect, but rarely respect us.
When we need them most, they often neglect us
Then stick guns in our faces, like it doesn't affect us.
They approach our cars, with their guns blazing
The same hood they were raised in.
So when they pull us over, we keep our hands on the wheel
Though we have a license for real, they have a license to kill!
To hit us with their sticks, brutalize us with their kicks
And tell us to get our black asses on down the way!
But when they're across the tracks, yes these are the facts
It's "YES SIR, YES MA'AM, HOW ARE YOU DOING
And HAVE A NICE DAY!
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