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Lyrics
Call it protection, protection from what, abuse from a nightstick, assault, or a gun. Sleeping on concrete, eating from bins, have you met a homeless man with a cop as a friend. Lower income, to whom do they turn, they’re as violent as the streets, as cold as the gangs. Racial profiling, does crime meet a description, shouldn’t it wear the badge of protection. I don’t think this is the answer to all our fears, just like we’ll always be scared, crime will always be here. Do we need these eyes are fists on our streets, we’ve given up so much, why do we concede. Crime doesn’t meet a quota, so why do they, if streets don’t get better, than why are they there. What routes do they take to avoid all the bullshit, ducking excuses, gun planting its useless. Cops protect elite from starving and the masses, I hate playing this card, but cops reflect classes. The suburbs have more than they know what to do with, must we even talk about the cities’s abuses. I don’t think this is the answer to all our fears, just like we’ll always be scared, crime will always be here. Do we need these eyes are fists on our streets, we’ve given up so much, why do we concede. Here he comes screaming with his gun in his hand, You’re under arrest for drug dealing. But where was his protection when you could still live, he didn’t stop the streets from taking your bills, so you turned to crime to try to stay afloat, but now he’ll see, now you’ve choked, he couldn’t protect you and your real choices, left you with one and locked you up for your decision.
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