You take out your guns, you take out your handcuffs convinced you've discovered something... Here's to you, pig! you know I'm talking to you, what the fuck about work, behind me every day every evening, get off me because your breathing on my neck bothers me.
Find something to do that you you don't even know what it means to work, you spend your days thinking about what I can say and what I can do. You can't wait to show up at your mother's house who every time tells you "my son hasn't been here long since he left, I don't know where he is!"
then you you target me even more, you start making arrests and raids in style, you call the helicopter and 20 vans, you already see yourself promoted to executive inspector.
But you will never be able to discover anything, perhaps you don't feel what we say, because we don't have any secrets, think instead of how many you have: when you abuse, when you kill, when you defend corrupt politicians, when you torture and then hide, when you throw kilos and kilos of cocaine
when the fascist shoots and you cover him from behind, you always lock up street kids, but when they're out, what guarantees do you have for them? Nothing! So what do you want?

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS