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1991, we witnessed Rodney King beaten by several Los Angeles police officers.
Part of this song was written a few years after that.
Yet, we still face the same thing to this day.
The motherfucking beast is heartless.
It dwells in police departments. Niggas in the streets are targets.
For godless acts of sergeants on night beats with white sheets in their closets
Regardless of your occupation, if you got pigmentation
You’re headed for the station facing incarceration.
A nation of policemen men got the streets
In a shambles. Here’s an example, one weekend.
I’m rolling down the 9 G, cops behind me.
Need Visine ’cause the high beams blind me. Remind me of Rodney
Got me in a state of mind thinking why’d these motherfuckers stop me? Oh, I see.
I’m the man that the cops love to get with. It’s hectic.
Rolling in a 95 Intrepid. Yo’, check it.
I ride like a fucking player without a fucking care.
I get my loot from cutting hair, nigga.
You know they love when you possess drugs
With a pocket full of dough, no check stubs.
So as the senior officer approaches, I know he’s going to treat me bogus.
Searching my ashtray for roaches. I notice
His partner was a nervous ass white chick.
One hand on her Glock. The other hand on her night stick.
Without hesitation, handed over my license and registration.
I’m in a fucked up situation.
He had a savage grin motherfucker started laughing then
I knew I was in for the gaffling.
I’m asking him. What’s the problem officer? I’m legit.
He said I’m counterfeit. Didn’t like the sound of it.
Now I’m on the ground and shit
With his fucking knee in my back.
I can’t believe I’m getting jacked. He’s asking where’s the weed at.
Oh momma in in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home
Blue lights pull up behind us Adrenaline rushing
Police action are racist but Pretend that they wasn’t
Women turned to widows cause they killing they’re husband
No arrest get off Scott free End of discussion
American dream is the American nightmare
My melanin screams cause they rarely do fight fair.
Is our skin is a subliminal tattoo of saying criminal
Giving men in blue the right to fight kill or injure you
It’s like we spat upon. Treated bylike a Vagabond
One day I’m goin’ to put my Gat upon Babylon
Got me cussing like a sailor, feeling like a failure
Couldn’t stop the wicked killers of Breona Taylor
They work for Lucifer. playing judge, jury and executioner’s
Time to show the people what a revolutions is
How often do we hear. The loses that we share.
It’s like we are sacrificial lamb. All the crosses that we bare.
How does all of this make sense. We’re all out of patience
Caught in the matrix of False allegations
Handcuffed in those streets Don’t trust the police
Corruption don’t cease. No justice, no peace
Oh momma in in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home
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