Team Spider - We Own The Streets lyrics

I may never get What we're taught to expect What you call privilege I call respect Counting me and my friends Black sheep until the end The rights you take we don't f**in' lend To 1 p.p., they summon me Pant legs stained with grease Deli bag on my seat, as the cops ride shotgun next to me Meanwhile across the street, Sean Bell's grieving widow bride Gathers with some friends to cry Unaware these rights are saying goodbye We've got to take a stand No f**ing permits Remove your f**ing hands We're calling bullsh**! Right of a**embly, robbed right from under both you and me My wounded heart grows cold, so f**ing cold It's power unchecked on America's favorite set… but We're large, never in charge, we own the streets Manifest at my feet… City council usurped, as they thanks the cops for invading their turf... Feel a dark buzz as I enter their hive, photographed and scanned Anonymity dies, 50 cops against a back wall grin, 50 shots they'd Like to see me have within.. ‘Till they hear the words from one of their own, see the weakness in their Imagined throne, only thing that's worse than a s**er unchecked is a s**er who knows He's got nothing left…. Cause We're large, never in charge, we own the streets Manifest at my feet… The uncaged heart so easily offended, sit close to the pole, never feel your chain end yet They drink freely on the rights you expect, till the drunk muth f**a's wrap a noose Around your neck… Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk a** cop… Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk a** cop… Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk a** cop… Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk a** cop…