I may never get
What weâre taught to expect
What you call privilege
I call respect
Counting me and my friends
Black sheep until the end
The rights you take we donât fuckinâ lend
To 1 p.p., they summon me
Pant legs stained with grease
Deli bag on my seat, as the cops ride shotgun next to me
Meanwhile across the street, Sean Bellâs grieving widow bride
Gathers with some friends to cry
Unaware these rights are saying goodbye
Weâve got to take a stand
No fucking permits
Remove your fucking hands
Weâre calling bullshit!
Right of assembly, robbed right from under both you and me
My wounded heart grows cold, so fucking cold
Itâs power unchecked on Americaâs favorite set⦠but
Weâre large, never in charge, we own the streets
Manifest at my feetâ¦
City council usurped, as they thanks the cops for invading their turf...
Feel a dark buzz as I enter their hive, photographed and scanned
Anonymity dies, 50 cops against a back wall grin, 50 shots theyâd
Like to see me have within..
âTill they hear the words from one of their own, see the weakness in their
Imagined throne, only thing thatâs worse than a sucker unchecked is a sucker who knows
Heâs got nothing leftâ¦. Cause
Weâre large, never in charge, we own the streets
Manifest at my feetâ¦
The uncaged heart so easily offended, sit close to the pole, never feel your chain end yet,
They drink freely on the rights you expect, till the drunk muth fuckaâs wrap a noose
Around your neckâ¦
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass copâ¦
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass copâ¦
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass copâ¦
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass copâ¦