I tried to get his badge number and name As he hit me in the face with his nightstick. I screamed that I was not resisting But try talking sense to a uniformed prick.
To protect and to serve is the policeman's biggest lie Only if you have money will protection and service buy.
I came to plaza that afternoon To peacefully protest, something I felt wasn't right. As a hundred cops in riot gear surrounded us All too eager to start a fight.
They told us to disperse Even though, we had the right to peacefully assemble. A few seconds later they moved in Chicago in 68' it started to resemble.
In a cloud of mace and tear gas Beating sisters, brothers, husbands, and wives. Breaking bones, bashing skulls, the streets; a pool of blood We all ran screaming for our lives!
The next few months were spent in court On trumped up charges the officers created. Thousand dollar fines and jail time No wonder the police force is always hated.
We didn't hold our breath for justice We all know how the judge would rule. It's our word versus theirs and our word isn't worth shit And to think a cop is just a tool.
For a system that only cares about money I wish you all understood. That being poor is bad for business You have to stay in your own neighborhood.
As the red and blue lights come flashing again Another night of, "up against the wall!" And if you still think that a cop is your friend Well go ask Mumia Abu-Jamal!