A special people,
A peculiar kind,
Brought to a low position
Always warring against the opposition
Can't see that the obstacle
Is not only them,
But yourself,
And your community.
Bullets flying in the air,
A gang war is up in flares
Mothers and Children
Running up the block
Because they're scared . . .
Here come the city police
Could always count on them
To drop a body dead,
Could never count each other out
To blow off one another's heads.
Street talking,
Street walking,
Someone said something out of line,
A brawl breaks out
Hurting one another,
Attacking your brothers
Police come in
To make it even worse,
Slam a loved one on the ground
While their family watches on,
Screams and shouts-
The officer screams and shouts
"Don't move or I'll shoot!"
He don't care if he has to kill you
You'll be just another body,
Another Black statistic.
The community is a mess,
Look at it, it's a wreck
Israel,
You've got to serve and protect your own
Serve and protect your homes,
These police won't do it
Their duty is to harm God's elect,
Not to serve and protect.
Israel,
The lost sheep
Thrown in the world
Trying to find their way home
But they're blinded by the mace,
Being led astray
Looking for someone to lead them away,
Away from the pain,
Away from all the blood stains
That have been made
Because you decided to go away
From God's ways
And follow Satan's wicked way
That he paved.
©virtue
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