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They screaming officer down, I scream karma
Police cars swarming the block, ready to harm us
Ainât no Juan or Yaran, youâre in a Palmer
Nation, where the fuck is the change Mister Obama?
A lot of promises were never kept, yeah
Them issues, they had no air time like Death of Trent
I see them run up in the court in a hurry
Judge up in the stand and he swung into the jury
There was a hustle and a bustle and a scurry
Then a loud barrat! The rest kind of blurry, the gun clap
He shot it with a grin, itâs a blood bath to wash away the sins
And he toss away the clip and he run into the crowd
Bailiff and the plaintiff were all standing around
They screaming officer down, he scream yes please
Aiming into a part of the crowd like itâs a red sea
All he seeing is red now especially when they shot Oscar Grant
And they were set free, revenge keeps âem lying awake
âCause he seen too many people thatâs lying in wake
So they find that Jake dying for supplying them eights
And signs and race bind when they lying in wake
They trying to escape fine, he ainât trying his case
They trying his patience, hoping he die in his place
Welcome to the belly of the beast man
Where they put you in your grave in the precinct
Concrete stain all that remains and leave the whole system in flames
System in flames, the belly of the beast, yeah the belly of the beast
Yeah the belly of the beast so mother-fuck the police, fuck the police
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- Quakers