"The confrontation was not created by the police
The confrontation was created by the people
Who charge the police, the policemen isn't there to create disorder
The policemen is there to preserve disorder
Let's get this thing straight, once in for all"
Someone used to step, 'cause they didn't know I, worked
Others used to step 'cause they didn't know I, hurt
Plaguing me with rhymes 'cause they thought I was a gangster
Gaslight the tanker, no time for pro pranksters
I was split from the get-get-giddy up
They didn't give a fuck, so I didn't give a fuck
Head to the back and my jeans was saggin'
Hittin' some freestyles, frontin' and braggin'
Mindin' my own biz, when they wanna stop me
Looking for some donors and they choose to pop me
Female and a brotha, should I say another word
'Cause you know how this gold is gettin' served
ID name and numbuh, rub against the wall
'Cause we're startin' to wonda
You gotta lotta dollars in ya pockets for a fuck and buck
Hands on the wall in a suit up position
Clubs start pokin' I'm like *man you must be jokin'*
Just because I used still tokin', big blunt smokin'
It can happen to you, because it happened to me
Because these are the cops that you see on TV
I'm inclined, to say my part
Enable me to explain to how I was labeled from the start
I was feelin' like Cupid tryna catch her-a heart
But then now I was feelin' stupid so I made like a dart
Started to sprint but I was stopped in my tracks
A couple of cops, they we're white and uptight, right
I didn't try to fight, as they grabbed me by my back
'Cause cops can overreact, and I thought they might attack
Well picture that, Swayzack, a criminal
I busted a rap because they obviously just didn't know
So here we go to make the long story shorter
Swayzack ain't game for the bread and the water
Then the order, was to lay on the ground
"Put your hands on your head, don't make a
Motherfuckin' sound!"
They breakin' me down, but they still ain't found nothin'
But next time around I'm gonna give 'em somethin'
They frontin', 'cause here's one blunt they missed
My fist was clenched around a big fat spliff
It can happen to you, 'cause it happened to me
And these are the cops that you see on TV
Step to the line, drop your drawers we inspect
I'm not homophobic but the cops got my rectum
For few wanna conjecture that I might hide a blade
In a shade of the poor that was there when I was made
Shit diddly shit ya heard a brother in the pent
Of the wriggly-piggly-pig is on a pig type fit
"Shut ya fuckin' face kid I'll frickin' let ya grab back
'Cause like Bojangles I'll fuckin', kick ya!"
Verbally abuses no conduced to transition
Just a bunch of boys in blue, kid get used to the system
Of the rapists, and murderers
And the sons, sons of Sam
But look at where I am seein' Uncle Scam I Am
Sick of the piggies make me drop my fuckin' Skivys
Sick of bein' arrested when I haven't done, diddly
Ridley, Riddley, riddle with abuses in prison
No segregation by law well check out this division
"Head to the home stout, head to the slamma"
"Head to the roundhouse, grab a sledgehammer
Arrested 4 times, but never found guilty
But these ain't the cops that you see on TV
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