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