| I’m talking Freddie Gray blues
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| I’m talking what happened to you
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| You were just 25
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| When they ended your life
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| When «to serve & protect»
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| Meant break your leg, snap your neck
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| Meant to kill you, to sever your spine
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| No matter what, there’s no good reason why
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| When I’m talking these killer cop blues
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| I’m kinda talking my family to you
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| See, my dad was a cop
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| And his dad was a cop
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| And my uncles were cops
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| And my cousins were cops
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| I’m partly here because of cops
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| And I love all those cops
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| And I know not every cop
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| Is a racist, murdering cop
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| But this is bigger than the people I love
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| The system’s broken
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| Not breaking
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| It’s done
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| I’m talking white privilege blues
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| I’m talking confession to you
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| I don’t know what it’s like
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| To be afraid all my life
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| Looking over my shoulder
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| Behind each officer, a coroner
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| Entrenched inequality
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| No access, no empathy
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| Crushed in stacked decks
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| Institutions & death
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| This is not my reality
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| I’m afforded the luxury
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| Of shaking my head
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| I shut the screen, go to bed
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| I can turn off what you never can
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| And watch it happen again and again (and again and again and again and again,
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| and again)
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| I’m talking Freddie Gray blues
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| I’m talking Freddie Gray blues |