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Stray From The Path - III [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Performer
Tom Williams
Tom Williams
Electric Guitar
Craig Reynolds
Craig Reynolds
Drums
Anthony Altamura
Anthony Altamura
Bass Guitar
Andrew Dijorio
Andrew Dijorio
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Putney
Will Putney
Songwriter
Tom Williams
Tom Williams
Songwriter
Craig Reynolds
Craig Reynolds
Songwriter
Anthony Altamura
Anthony Altamura
Songwriter
Andrew Dijorio
Andrew Dijorio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Putney
Will Putney
Producer

Lyrics

(The police are people who) Kill (Give help, each and every day) (If you like to help people then join, the police is a-okay) Part three, 'cause fuck 1 2 How many courtrooms can these cowards walk right through? In the land of opportunity Where qualified immunity keeps a red dot locked on the community Tell you to face up when your face is getting laced up Shooting from the hip, always aiming for the waist up Untouchables can still get touched Let 'em call for backup 'cause there's always more of us, run up So if the boot fits, you stepped in the shit It was always broken, there's nothing to fix Fuck this Servants of the 187 Send another victim to heaven Servants of the 187 A badgе and a bullet is a deadly weapon Sеrvants of the 187 Send another victim to heaven Servants of the 187 A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon God damn, now that's Americana Slave catchers still cooking up drama How these snakes stay emancipated When that blue line's looking real gang related, hold up No knock, 32 shots, apartments holed up The cities burn like beacons, but the body count still goes up And the riots only start when the storm troopers roll up It's all about to blow up (You know what my job as a New York City police officer is?) (When I put that shield on my chest?) Kill, kill without question You refuse to learn your lesson Kill, kill because you can But now you better fucking pray you got a body cam We can run it back, bitch, turn off the body cam Killer cops get dropped Killer cops get dropped (Kill without question) (You refuse to learn your lesson) (Kill because you can) (But now you better pray you got a body cam) So if the boot fits, you stepped in shit It was always broken, there's nothing to fix Fuck this Servants of the 187 Send another victim to heaven Servants of the 187 A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon Servants of the 187 Send another victim to heaven Servants of the 187 A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon Part three, 'cause fuck 1 2 And if you fly that blue flag, then fuck you too Part three, 'cause fuck 1 2 And if you fly that blue flag, then fuck you too (God damn, now that's Americana) (God damn, now that's Americana) (God damn, now that's Americana)
Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Unknown Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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