Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inside Man, artist - Mikill Pane. Album song Blame Miss Barclay, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Universal Music Operations, Virgin EMI
Song language: English
Inside Man |
You wanted to protect and serve in a tense england, |
where your colour was your drawback in life |
but you became a cop too, |
when they tried to stop you |
now the long arm of the law’s black and white |
but most of your own force don’t see you as equal, |
nor do your so called own breed of people, |
you’re trying to get nationwide respect |
but you haven’t even made it to the 90s yet |
anything could happen to the blacks in this country |
think about the power of the national front these pigs just detest us, |
call us niggas to offend us so if you’re with 'em you’re against us |
none of 'em have ever done a serious crime |
but the nature of the beast puts fear in their minds |
of the people that you fight to make a difference for |
you’re a lone soldier in the kingdom’s war |
sometimes you take a side, |
to change the way it looks to you |
the insiders didn’t pull you through, outsiders think you’re foolish too, |
at times you may decide, to leave things just the way they are |
and think we hate them and they hate us but secretly we pray change comes |
insipte of all the people that reckon you’re scum, |
you still crack on and get the job done |
you’re a policeman and this is what you offered to do |
you stop dealers, pimps and prostitutes |
you not just trying to get rid of the drugs and the slease |
and make the underworld scream out «fuck the police» |
but last week you helped a pregnant woman start her car |
and found a large amount of cocaine under the seat |
it seems you were meant to be an enemy to everyone |
but then you think, well, sensibly when you see your baby sun staring back |
you pray he’ll be just like his father in the future |
hopefully he’ll be a lot luckier than you are |
you hold him in your arms and pray that all the good you’re doing |
will give him the sort of life that nobody could ruin |
then you tuck him into bed and you plant a kiss on his forhead then leave to |
start your shift |
sometimes you take a side, |
to change the way it looks to you |
the insiders didn’t pull you through, outsiders think you’re foolish too, |
at times you may decide, to leave things just the way they are |
and think we hate them and they hate us but secretly we pray change comes |
silent night and the community’s good as gold |
and they’ve put you on foot patrol |
nobody’s around on the little side raod that you’re on |
you cant find one crook in the cold |
so you turn a corner a car pulls up on your left |
and a masked man mutters something under his breath |
he fires two rounds and the first one misses but the second ends up in your |
chest |
you never would’ve guessed it would end this way |
but you can tell it’s over so you close your eyes and mentally pray |
and as the getaway car pulls of with a screach |
you ask only that your baby remembers your face |
the mortal wound makes morning news, |
and only a widow is mourning you |
and a man at an airport sells some flights |
to one gentleman an his pregnant wife |
sometimes you take a side, |
to change the way it looks to you |
the insiders didn’t pull you through, outsiders think you’re foolish too, |
at times you may decide, to leave things just the way they are |
and think we hate them and they hate us but secretly we pray change comes |
sometimes you take a side, |
to change the way it looks to you |
the insiders didn’t pull you through, outsiders think you’re foolish too, |
at times you may decide, to leave things just the way they are |
and think we hate them and they hate us but secretly we pray change comes |