[Verse 1 - Eugenicz]
It's a cop state, where cops rob and your day takes
Weirds twists, sh**'s insane to see a cop bash a brain in
Strength draining, video tapes proof yet no explaining
Young lifes wasted not on crime but the hatred
It's weird to see any man take a life that
Attacking the defenceless while he's screaming for his dad
Rest in peace Kelly Thomas, rest in peace in everyone
That became the victim of a gun owned by government scum
Let's just hope he had a gun on him, k** him throw a pun on him
Hit him with the car to show everyone that there is no stoppin
No limitations no mercy no nothing
Punch him till's coughing his way into his coffin
Murdered by the law is it murder by the law
What is the difference between it all wether you murder for allah
You still a terrorist since you murder for your call
Somebody gotta stop em before they murder us all
[Hook - Eugenicz]
Murdered by the law, no future for your kids
No future for the poor puppeteerd by the rich
In a police state where life is twisted and wrong
And more justice could be found in a rap song
[Verse 2 - Eugenicz]
How come I never hear about any proper convictions
I'm way too convinced with doubting justice's existence
The defenceless get punched senseless and relentless
No justice exists when you get k**ed as a sentence
Rise against oppression, police state detention
I know my rights but you ignore them like the proper sanctions
You rather give your own, take that what you don't own
Until people stop seeing their homes as a safezone
It's a wilderness I'm not safe living in a police state
Where a simple debate could lead to your life taken away
I'd rather not report a crime, if it meant the end of someone's life
Wether you rottin in a jail or get murdered for your time
It's as if the government doesn't want us to live
Doesn't want us to have our kids grow up to become rich
It's as if the government is tired and sick
Of seeing us people run around depleting their sh**
[Hook]
Forget the wars in foreign areas fought with bomb carriers
Think about the war on the streets causing hysteria
That's what you gotta worry about, the k**er next door
The k**er in a cop that takes over when he gets bored
And cops giving tickets because they gotta be sadistic
Pushing to the limit until your life is finished
And there is doubts, benefits and contradictions
And cops become writers writing great pieces of fiction
No truth would exist in a corrupt system
And who to tell your story when nobody listens
Social media saves one but leaves out a dozen
And nobody gives a f** until the victim is your cousin
Your brother your sister your mother your father
Simply coming from work but the cops make it harder
Wether you black, white, mexican or a homeless man
It doesn't even matter cause you are considered less than them
[Hook]