Mr. Officer, don’t you have a daughter and a son? Do u hold them tight like you hold your gun? Can you imagine the terror in their eyes, if they had to witness their father bleed and die? Who is left to comfort when they cry? And provide when the well runs dry? Do these words mean anything to you? Oh let me guess you just had a job to go and do? So is that why u killed that man? You told reporters he had a weapon in hand Why don’t u let the youth know just where you stand? So they can start working on their plan When will you learn if it’s you then it’s me, what happened to justice and liberty? Why do you attack my community, my family’s so scared of losing me No room to walk around proud and free; just look at what the children are allowed to see? Now look at yourself in the light, are you really the ones winning this fight? So many sins you better drop to yo knees, and begin with the sorry’s and please forgive me’s Oh Lord there’s bad cop running wild in my land He got away with locking up some youth and killing a good family man And now his seeds will need some sun But instead they went and got a gun They’re so young, they’re not ready for what’s next The son starts to thug, the girl goes n seeks sex Both waiting for the day they can flex Oh did I mention their mother was killed by her ex Now tell me how is all this is fair, all the pain and despair All the stress and the lonely nights, just so Mr. Officer could earn his stripes Blurring the lines between wrong and right, sad thing is the end is not in sight Suppose to protect and serve, not intimidate and kill Poor people the war is on still Black people they haven’t got their fill Officer remember this when you try to spit out that pill U say it’s us but it’s you who is ill Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, what can I say to get you off of us Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer we want equal rights not what you offer us Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, please tell me why you’re making it so hard for us Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, explain to the world why you’re at war with us So many lives taken by your hands, so many lies told by you on the stand Somehow you keep getting passed us, buy lady liberty some new glasses