Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Police Myself, artist - Open Mike Eagle.
Date of issue: 02.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Police Myself |
'Cause brothers looking like a criminal is probable cause |
So if you black, you need to know all the applicable laws |
I got a cop in my head and he stay on the beat |
On duty 24 hours every day of the week |
And when he blow his little whistle, I restrict myself |
And when I’m walkin' in New York, I stop and frisk myself |
And when it’s time to make arrests, I don’t resist myself |
'Cause if I saw me in a lineup, I might pick myself |
I ride clean but I still feel like I’m filthy as sin |
'Cause I was raised thinkin' brown is the guiltiest skin |
I got a cop in my head, so all the laws are inside me |
Put on my turn signal, ain’t nobody behind me |
I buy weed with my cop and that’s his personal hell |
'Cause weed legal but I still feel like I’m going to jail |
I live alone, making noise so my presence is known |
Hoping he don’t think it’s a gun when I answer my phone |
Officer Me |
Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me) |
Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me) |
I’m in custody but when will I release myself? |
(Officer Me) |
He say it once and I don’t make him repeat himself (Officer Me) |
Black has no standing at law |
Whack, billy club bat to the jaw |
They got the dogs and the gats at your door |
If you’re smart, get your ass on the floor |
Yeah, villain within reason |
No consumption, it’s pig grilling season |
Trees in black, white, Indonesian |
You lackin' with no heat and it’s freezing |
Now send the cop in your head on a beer run |
To see him die when he jump out your eardrum |
It’s even better than using a machine gun |
After all, been dukin' him so long, it’s been a mean run |
A fleet of cars and three cribs redone |
Don’t touch the lawn and then pay the kid with the green thumb |
They nervous like first time in a threesome |
And shoot too early like precum |
Yeah, pause, seem dumb |
Sell 'em to hell, no refund |
Profiled for a Philly and a down coat |
Run through your mind, shooting unarmed brown folk |
Bullcrap, you couldn’t get out with cow soap |
Like a rapper selling his soul and don’t sound dope |
All for naught, in the mall, he got caught |
Crowd gathered like, «Yes, yes, y’all,» an onslaught |
Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me) |
Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me) |
I’m in custody but when will I release myself? |
(Officer Me) |
He say it once and I don’t make him repeat himself (Officer Me) |