Trouble in town
Because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

Blood on the beat (oh-oh)
Oh my goodness, there's blood on the beat
Lore of the jungle or the law of the street
There's blood on, there's blood on the beat

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I never get relief

Trouble in town (oh-oh)
Because they hung my brother Brown
Because their system just keep you down
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I just get more police, eh
And I get no comfort
And I get no name
Everything is gettin' strained

Best friends
What's that? What's his name?
X (standby, sir)
Alright, is that X your middle name?
Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right?
(There must be some way)
You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him
I'm telling you
Fucking smartass
(Or it's going to kick off some day)
I'm asking you what the X is, is that your middle name?
Of course, what is it?
Don't come back with the: What is it? Fucking shit
(There must be some way)
Talk to these fucking pigs on the street that way, you ain't talking to me that way
I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody
Well then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey
I have family out here
Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer and they don't know jackshit
Are you supposed to grab me like this?
Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to
You're not protecting me while I'm trying, while I'm trying to go to work
Why don't you shut up?

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