Oh, they've got their targets all lined up in a row

A bullet through the head to kill a home

We're watching as our fellow man is torn into pieces

Claiming that it's their fault

"Act better or find Jesus"

No one should be carried to their coffin in a bag

What will the body count be before we take it back?

Seven words:

"You have the right to remain silent"

It's like the color of your skin determines how much your life is worth. So many already left dead in the dirt. "Don't kill me" shouldn't be the last thought to fill your head to some their lives are only worth half an ounce of lead

Dehumanize and paint them the way they see fit

A criminal, a low life, the worst kind of scum

A petty thief who had it coming to him

Now he's six feet deep cause they were intimidated

Seven words:

"No hope

No rights

No one wins"

Don't forget this

I hear you mother fuckers talk about it

But I stay seeing bodies with the mother fucking chalk around it

Learn your rights, save your life