Criminal Permission
Police Brutality
It ain’t right
Criminal Permission
It’s how they fight
Shoot a black man on the block
Just cause he said” the ops
Its black man army..Full of white cops”
If the streets could talk
It’ll tell of tales Of how they took lives… instead compromise
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the united states of america
And to your republic
For which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible with liberty and justice for
Who For me.. For some
Not for us Not for our people
So please stop saying we equal
Which your flag of RED WHITE AND BLUE
In one hand you beat us
Till were black and blue
Then you put us in chains if were lucky
But for the ones who aren’t lucky u tell us to put our hands up
Some type of sick trick of your privilege
Then you pull the trigger
Triggered till we laid on your ground
Triggered till the clippers empty
Triggered Till we make the evening news
And when our children cry
We have to look them in the eyes and tell them
That they have to be cautious that when they walk your streets they have to walk in fear
That they have to walk in eternity of their life looking over their shoulder
It’s Criminal permission
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