Lyrics:
you fuck you fuck you fuck you
governments are using counter-terrorism measures to consolidate draconian powers, target groups in discriminatory ways
of course the blood is on police hands
When all but one of those kids fucking died
Government sanctioned terrorism
That's the kind of shit you get with
When they first heard us
We were working at a club in Hollywood
Called the Whisky à Go-Go, and the A&R man
Uh, producer, Tom Wilson, came in, he
before her feet
They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops
One can often see them queue right down the street
You see Patricia, or Delicia, not
A continental military.
Sharing information on citizens to police our borders and fight "terrorism".
Security and prosperity through poverty and ecocide.
hang around in groups like battle-weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street
You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
policies"
"FBI scientists have found chemical traces, consistent with a bomb or a
missile, on a piece of wreckage..."
"Police using clubs and tear gas
Music bopped
You don’t even know it
Farder Farder
Never invited to parties
Never in a social group
Always working solo
Harder Harder
Can
of Czechoslovakians, they up again
They roaming the streets in the damn heat
Running up to people like athletes, seizing them like prisoners
The police force
(I'm working on dying)
Yeah, yeah (and like that)
(Gotta have a space, gotta have a space) yeah
It's a been a pleasure
Know what I mean? (She
kinds of construction sites.
Police have courage to put their lives on the line in fighting crime in cities and towns and events.
Firefighters have
police
Words can't explain her sadness, it's not enough
God bless the soul of her lover
Sick with no words to express emotion
To kind to curse death upon
Finna shoot my shot I remember watching Kobe
Niggas is fed up they gone start shooting at the police
Think we need a change of pace imma start showing
(Rocket countdown in french)
Someone was saying this is the second largest city in New York
There's been no police there's been no trouble
And we
as racism or terrorism, born in America
There's only active patriotism!
9/11 was an inside, outside job
Like people working at Wendy's, having to wipe down
Working class communities full of shit comprehensives
Sick of it, business and media recruit
Posh employees as preference fitting in their social group
they don't police their own hood makes it even easier to be up to no good. Yall ain't trying to hold us down and we ain't never thought you would. Reform
these police badges
Huh
No more going outside
Raid is walking all around
While at my place working
On my biggest fucking sound.
I'm alright,
But have one
New seats
And the puddles
Are all in the same place
The puddles are still in the same place
To help and bless
And save the working
The working
the real deal, keep working
The way you work is improbable, it's a true sin
They don't want the people to rebel, use their police
Give them new guns, we're
Admit's he's "getting anxious" about
The looming deadline
He's clearly not thrilled at the
Idea of finishing it
Via focus group "Only one person in the
Room
Tryna find a park to go play, I don't know the drama
I ask my mama what do police do?
She told me stay up out they way
Go to school and get good grades
gotta sleep on the floor
Cause rival gangs shooting guns with no aim at all
Police be racial profiling, tryna blame us all
And with Obama out
kiosks
The kids b wana saviors
Open up more parks
Plant more trees
Solar powered country
No school fees
Sack all the police
Train new ones
Dem no
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