STOP!

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STOP!

Stop, put your hands up
I wanna see some ID
You could be the perpetrator
I don't know

Looking for a black man
16 - 32
Could be Hispanic
I don't know

Call in troops
Bring the smoke grenades
And just in case
We'll roll out our tank

Judging by your black skin
You'll give me white guilt
Yes, we're going downtown
We wanna take your photo

Put you in the system
You better make roll call
No use in fighting back
We own your soul

How do you plea?
What's that son?
No attorney?
Well that's fine with me

And I'll tell you why...

We'll sell you to a private prison
Where you'll pay and pay
when you think you've served you time
You'll realize you're a slave

Theres No way to escape
you owe money to the state
You'll fund our cars, our families
Our real estate now, STOP!

...I think I hear your PO calling

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from What A Drag, released July 30, 2016

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