| Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it
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| People on the streets are dyin'
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| We must come together
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| Fight oppression and pull de pressure
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| On de system that tries to diss us
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| Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us
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| We don’t win, we fight again
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| We gon' fight until the end, until the end
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| We fight until we win, until we win
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| Unjustified shootings, fatal chokings, severe beatings
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| Police attack the innocent without fair reason
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| Precincts are full of cowards abusin' authority
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| Minorities abuse majority, people livin' in poverty
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| Priority is them doin' right by the nation
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| But large parts of it’s been human rights violation
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| Tired of being patient waitin' for internal affairs
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| To show improvements, the truth is we been burnin' for years
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| Use your weapons, fight back, kid, that’s how the game goes
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| My boy Kevin got his skull cracked by pigs in plain clothes
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| They told him there’s regrets if he doesn’t stay calm
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| And proceeded to put cigarettes out in his palm
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| Now he can’t think, he can’t feel
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| Sometimes you gotta grab steel, blast, peal
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| Before they sentence you and serve your last meal
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| I know fightin' back is easier said than actin'
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| Let’s start movin' forward and stop steppin' backwards
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| Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it
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| People on the streets are dyin'
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| We must come together
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| Fight oppression and pull de pressure
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| On de system that tries to diss us
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| Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us
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| We don’t win, we fight again
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| We gon' fight until the end, until the end
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| We fight until we win, until we win
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| On the day me and Sabac Red drop dead
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| Knocked by the feds, or get shot with a Glock in the head
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| Like the Bloods on the corner, the block’ll be red
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| And like the passion of Christ, there’ll be a lot to be said
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| Fuck a protest in the street with all of my peeps
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| My soul will never let a crooked cop’s family sleep
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| And you’ll never find peace, even in retirement
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| Like Amadou Diallo, cops that turned into firemen
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| I’ll keep your children lyin' in a sleepin' hypnosis
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| Nightmares about drownin' in a ocean of roaches
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| Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts
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| But the insects are nothin' when the judgement approaches
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| Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I’m bitter
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| But I’m sick of cops callin' me a spic and a nigga
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| And you pigs probably won’t get the message I write you
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| 'Cause the industry is racist motherfuckers just like you
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| Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it
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| People on the streets are dyin'
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| We must come together
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| Fight oppression and pull de pressure
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| On de system that tries to diss us
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| Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us
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| We don’t win, we fight again
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| We gon' fight until the end
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| Not everyone is built for war when it comes to cops and
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| Fear plays a part, so I’ll inform you of your options
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| Get the names and badges of cops from the precinct
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| Show your face in the street so police know you decent
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| Keep them on their toes, take flicks and videos
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| Impose injustices, 'cause them clips can be gold
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| Hold a coalition in your building, a new movement
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| Raise cash, start a civilian-review unit
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| Be aware of wrong-doings, inform your whole alliance
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| Write the senator to put a end to the code of silence
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| Let’s unite, fight back, know our rights, watch the government
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| Apply better laws, and enforce harsher punishment
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| For pigs who beat kids for no apparent reason
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| We acted on the defense while battlin' the precinct
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| If the system won’t respond to your truth and facts
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| Bear arms, they’ve been warned, retaliate, and shoot back
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| Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it
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| People on the streets are dyin'
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| We must come together
|
| Fight oppression and pull de pressure
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| On de system that tries to diss us
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| Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us
|
| We don’t win, we fight again
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| We gon' fight until the end, until the end
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| We fight until we win, until we win |