| See me, I’ve been an officer for seventeen years
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| It was popular when I started, the kids wanted to be us
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| But now I’m watchin' 'em offer up middle fingers when we pull up
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| You’d think I was harmin' 'em, but we still come when they call us
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| I put my life on the line, every night I’m behind this badge
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| And I ride through yo' 'hood to prevent the crime that’s inside
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| You want justice and peace, and that’s what we try to provide
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| But when we try, you pick the criminal side every time
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| Until it’s one of mine, that’s like the only time you comply
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| But any other time, you look me in my eye and you lie
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| You only want accountability when it’s me
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| But other times you lie to keep your dollars and killers free
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| You act like we the ones causing chaos in the streets
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| Like if we leave, the killin' 'll cease, and it’ll be sweet
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| But we both know that that ain’t the truth
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| Imagine protectin' those that hated you
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| Well, I guess in your own way, you do
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| I just feel misunderstood, and if you could, take a minute just to see it my way
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| And even if we just agree to disagree, at least you’ll see why I’m thinkin'
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| this way
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| I got a family in the crib, I’m just tryin' to make it home tonight
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| We just all tryin' to live, man, I gotta make it home tonight
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| Uh, dear Mr. Officer, if I could get a minute to talk to ya
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| Maybe offer some insight or bounce a couple things off of ya
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| It’s a disconnect, I feel like you get a check to disrespect
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| To me, my fit is fresh, I guess to you, my image is a threat
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| Maybe I remind you of some sucker that you busted once
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| Or maybe you been at it for so long that you’re becomin' numb
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| You uphold the law, but tell me, what’s that supposed to mean to me?
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| Well, once upon a time, that law punished me for bein' me
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| Yeah, you got your good cops and bad cops
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| But if the good cop don’t check the bad cop, to me you both black ops
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| You coverin' for that cop, so why should I believe you?
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| You live by the same no-snitchin' rules that we do
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| Now who’s protectin' evil, or does that not apply to you?
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| Maybe you different, maybe I should stop profilin' you
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| You judgin' me, I’m judgin' you, my color black, your color blue
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| Guess now you know how it feels to be judged by your color too
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| I just feel misunderstood, and if you could, take a minute just to see it my way
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| And even if we just agree to disagree, at least you’ll see why I’m thinkin'
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| this way
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| I got a family in the crib, I’m just tryin' to make it home tonight
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| We just all tryin' to live, man, I gotta make it home tonight |