To Protect And To Serve
HEY! Pull over. Stop. We wanna talk to you for a few.
We ain’t got nothin’ else to do. So we thought we’d fuck with you.
Put your hands on your head, and get on your knees
Say “yes sir or no sir” till we tell you to leave.
Yeah, it’s cause you’re black. This is how we get down.
So shut the fuck up; and put your face on the ground.
Don’t ask us why you’re stopped, you’re stopped because we wanted to.
You’re a Black, gang-banging, thieving-ass bastard. That’s what we think about you.
Now, are you on parole or probation?; and whatchu been arrested for?
Did I tell you, you could scratch that itch? BAM! Don’t move, or I’ll hit you some more.
Do you have any weapons or drugs? Or anything else we don’t like?
What the fuck is in that bag?; and who really owns this bike?
Ok, you check out. Now, get the fuck out of here.
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