Story Behind the Song
Our government seems hellbent on creating a permanent underclass... This song is about the systems in place to assure it...
Lyrics
A badge, a gun, my way, for fun...
To protect and serve the upper one percent, but if you are poor then you might get shot just for having the wrong skin...
Some crack, a pipe, handed down, end a life...
To pollute and kill, to keep the ghetto full...
Incarcerate the fathers, to take away the sons' potential for escape from the slums...
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