Carte Blanche

It ain’t so rare to walk down the street and see a kid with his face in the ground
Got a cop on his back, knee in his spine, pig screaming, “What you gotta say now?!”

But nobody does a fucking thing
Cuz you’ll kick our asses and send us directly to jail
And public defenders only
Plea bargain, and you’ll keep on lying
And in the end it’s your word against ours
And you’ve got badges and tasers and pepper spray

Every time we see your crimes
What you say with words or eyes goes a little something like:

“Keep on walking, bitch, unless you want some of this
Want a badge number from me? Right on your arrest sheet
Any rights you’re insisting will get you booked for resisting
Go ahead, report me, who’s at you’re doorstep, we’ll see”

They can do just as they please

The biggest gang in the USA
Has a headquarters in every city and town
The law don’t mean shit to them
Watch as they blast through reds for the fuck of it
Watch them single you out because
Well, it’s dark, and you look suspicious, boy
If they decide that we’ve done wrong
Amendments and ethics can’t stop them from fucking us