They walk around so self-righteous
Busting heads to fill their quotas
Use of fear to build their egos
Societies hand picked vigilantes
Drinking wine in an alley one day
The cops came by make him pou it down the drain
Hand -cuffs out hand on his gun
Saying "I don't like your looks I think you're coming
With us"
Hand-cuffs stapped on the real tight
Forced to lay face down in the street
Kicked repeatedly in the head
Tossed in a dumpster
And left for dead
Brutality and corruption