Let Me Be Your Friend
In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On Friday an undercover policeman shot and killed Patrick Doorsman.
Murder is murder
Why're they confused?
Another man dead
I read it in the news
Who gave them the fucking right
To run around like they own the night?
Oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Wrong fucking time
Wrong fucking place
There is no fucking way
This is not about race
Who's gonna call 9-1-1
When they can't tell a wallet <
Murder is murder
Why're they confused?
Another man dead
I read it in the news
Who gave them the fucking right
To run around like they own the night?
Oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Oh oh bang! bang!
Wrong fucking time
Wrong fucking place
There is no fucking way
This is not about race
Who's gonna call 9-1-1
When they can't tell a wallet <
Unwritten Rules
1987, at a 7-11
Police out lookin' for problems
But I'm no average hoodlum
Still runnin from the pigs so it seems to me
This is not the land of love and liberty
It's more like a waiting room in hell
Drink a quart and watch me dwell
(Chorus)
I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain
I'm a moral degenerate feel my pain
Passed out on a squat on a mission
That night I was shocked in to submission
Straight down, straight down to hell I head
System of sewers is where I lay my head
People on their way are like on a different dimension
I need no correction
(Chorus)
Some of my friends moved on
A simple domestic life
They're all gone
Only a few of us remain
Only a few of us want to keep it the same
(Chorus)