Crooked Cop
Lie Lie Lie
Poli Send me home
Release me Morena
Donde Tu Corazon
Lie Lie Lie
Poli Send me home
Release me Morena
Donde Tu Corazon
We we're walking a dark night
Just talking under starlight
It's kinda crazy how we would fight
When we thought what we felt was right
They pulled up fast almost crashed in a pick up truck
Machine guns drawn vest on couldn't give a fuck
My skin's too dark so thats the mark to hate us
They tryna lock us in a cage like they tamed us
They started touching on wifey tryna take her bag
They asking if I got drugs and how much I had
They saying they got reports from all sorts of cohorts
Saying two niggas can't walk the streets of course
They gotta be up to something
There is a crime
They can't exist with skin darker then mine
So the officer pushed me just to test his might
And when he found he couldn't move me then I saw his fright
See they only fuck with us straight out of fear
It's like our powers to great and they want it near
Like how can I keep them down so I feel up
My glass won't be empty if I steal his cup
Its like he looked at me and saw all that he lacked
Take that and a little bud and we're in the back
They got us cuffed up
Riding rough
To see the judge
And she already said guilty when she looked at us
They threw wifey in a cell on her own
With piss and shit to make her feel at home
They treat us worse then the animals
Thats what they see
They see apes and monsters before they see me
They told me take my shirt off and my shoes
Your cell has some roomates and a pool
Its like sixteen niggas in a room
Floating face down in a pissy shitty pool
Now if someone did something that you aint really like
How would you help them find their way to the light
Would you lock em in a hell so small its called a cell
Make them want to kill themselves for a moment outta hell
Police only seem to protect and serve some
For a nigga its just torture with a badge a gun
Just because its lawful aint make the choice the right one
How many times has the law killed a black son
We as the people must fight for whats right
How long will we let wrong operate in the light
Knowing without movement means you add to the plight
Of the hopeless and its focused when your skin ain't white
Poli Send me home
Release me Morena
Donde Tu Corazon
Lie Lie Lie
Poli Send me home
Release me Morena
Donde Tu Corazon
We we're walking a dark night
Just talking under starlight
It's kinda crazy how we would fight
When we thought what we felt was right
They pulled up fast almost crashed in a pick up truck
Machine guns drawn vest on couldn't give a fuck
My skin's too dark so thats the mark to hate us
They tryna lock us in a cage like they tamed us
They started touching on wifey tryna take her bag
They asking if I got drugs and how much I had
They saying they got reports from all sorts of cohorts
Saying two niggas can't walk the streets of course
They gotta be up to something
There is a crime
They can't exist with skin darker then mine
So the officer pushed me just to test his might
And when he found he couldn't move me then I saw his fright
See they only fuck with us straight out of fear
It's like our powers to great and they want it near
Like how can I keep them down so I feel up
My glass won't be empty if I steal his cup
Its like he looked at me and saw all that he lacked
Take that and a little bud and we're in the back
They got us cuffed up
Riding rough
To see the judge
And she already said guilty when she looked at us
They threw wifey in a cell on her own
With piss and shit to make her feel at home
They treat us worse then the animals
Thats what they see
They see apes and monsters before they see me
They told me take my shirt off and my shoes
Your cell has some roomates and a pool
Its like sixteen niggas in a room
Floating face down in a pissy shitty pool
Now if someone did something that you aint really like
How would you help them find their way to the light
Would you lock em in a hell so small its called a cell
Make them want to kill themselves for a moment outta hell
Police only seem to protect and serve some
For a nigga its just torture with a badge a gun
Just because its lawful aint make the choice the right one
How many times has the law killed a black son
We as the people must fight for whats right
How long will we let wrong operate in the light
Knowing without movement means you add to the plight
Of the hopeless and its focused when your skin ain't white
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Writer(s): Dios Mac
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