By the police local papers call this justice I call it murder with a club in his
hand I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you get away without a sound
intimidation is won with the weapons you possess you walk the streets a soldier with the
masses you oppress if your a public servant then who the fuck are you listening to preach
but there's a point that cant get through to you badges, your mind, the shield you all
hind behind courage our lives, our live kiss them goodbye no longer a servant of
mine our lives, our lives kiss them goodbye no longer you beat and you kick us
we can never run away nothing gonna stop me know until I've had my say the
12 gauge I'm just getting started I cant begin to express my rage and that means
nothing
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