kNOw Justice
In Ferguson, Missouri we ran the streets
we tried to keep the peace and stop those who were up to no good
including the ones walking down the middle of the road
blocking traffic and looking for | life was about making your own way from sunup to sundown
we stayed alive the only way we knew how and caused some trouble in the process
feds hated all of us they used excessive force and
always assumed we were looking for | |
| trouble |
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so I did what I was trained to do and provide safety to those around me
the end result was a criminal on the ground | and always found some way to get rid of us whether it be death or jail
so here I am unarmed with bullets in my chest | |
| dead |
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that day I served | corrupt | |
| justice |
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