Lyrics Belly of the Beast - Quakers, Stanton Davis' Ghetto Mysticism

Belly of the Beast

They screamin' officer down, I scream karma
Police cars swarmin' the block, ready to harm us
Ain’t no Juan or Yaran, you’re in a Palmer
Nation, where the fuck is the change Mister Obama?
A lot of promises were never kept, yeah
Them issues, they had no air time like Detlef Schrempf
I seen 'em run up in the court in a hurry
Judge up in the stand and he swung into the jury
There was a hustle and a bustle and a scurry
Then a loud barrat!
The rest kind of blurry, the gun clap
He shot it with a grin, ain’t a blood bath to wash away the sins
And he toss away the clip, then he run into the crowd
Bailiff and the plaintiff were all standin' around
They screamin' officer down, he scream yes please
Aimin' into a part of the crowd like it’s a red sea
All he seein' is red now especially when they shot Oscar Grant
And they were set free, revenge keeps ‘em lyin' awake
‘Cause he seen too many people that’s lyin' in wake
So they find that Jake dying for supplyin' them eights
And signs and race bind when they lyin' in wake
They tryin' to escape fine, he ain’t tryin' his case
They tryin' his patience, hopin' he die in his place
Welcome to the belly of the beast man
Where they put you in your grave in the precinct
Concrete stain all that remains, they leave the whole system in flames
System in flames, the belly of the beast, yeah the belly of the beast
Yeah the belly of the beast so mother-fuck the police, fuck the police