Thin Blue Line
Close off the borders
Until we sort it
We need some law and order
We got a problem
I see it clearly like vodka water
We need enforcers
Officers armed with rocket launchers
On top of revolvers and batons
That leave us knocked unconscious
Armored trucks
Barging up the alley, pardon us
We been told to harden up
Make sure that them charges stuck
All those dollars spent on our defense
Somehow could not amount to sense
Entering my house again without consent
That thin blue line
Mattered once upon a time
Now it has been redefined
Everything's a crime, even rhymes
But these bars the only I will be behind
No cell's holding me and mine
Prisons overflowing
Inmate quota's growing
The rate of people making their escape
By parole is slowing
Going to war with inner cities, literally
See that artillery they're bringing?
It is built for killing
Hello sir, do you know why I pulled you over?
Well no sir, I suppose I could be going slower?
No you're well below the speed limit
I just needed to get here next to your vehicle
So I could see in it
Ha, just as I thought
Contraband in that cup-holder, what's in that pop?
Uh, probably, pop?
What's with this cop?
He had nothing to stop me for
But it just must have been the luck of the draw
Until we sort it
We need some law and order
We got a problem
I see it clearly like vodka water
We need enforcers
Officers armed with rocket launchers
On top of revolvers and batons
That leave us knocked unconscious
Armored trucks
Barging up the alley, pardon us
We been told to harden up
Make sure that them charges stuck
All those dollars spent on our defense
Somehow could not amount to sense
Entering my house again without consent
That thin blue line
Mattered once upon a time
Now it has been redefined
Everything's a crime, even rhymes
But these bars the only I will be behind
No cell's holding me and mine
Prisons overflowing
Inmate quota's growing
The rate of people making their escape
By parole is slowing
Going to war with inner cities, literally
See that artillery they're bringing?
It is built for killing
Hello sir, do you know why I pulled you over?
Well no sir, I suppose I could be going slower?
No you're well below the speed limit
I just needed to get here next to your vehicle
So I could see in it
Ha, just as I thought
Contraband in that cup-holder, what's in that pop?
Uh, probably, pop?
What's with this cop?
He had nothing to stop me for
But it just must have been the luck of the draw
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Writer(s): Nick Nelson
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