Not of my Tribe

 F##k the police
Not the ones that I know
But the brass and administrators
To Hell they should go

They're tight with the mayor
And Chamber of Commerce you see
But these snooty Ass top dogs
Got no time for me

Fix a business man's problems
Show a little leeway for his niece
She was only upset
Not drunkly disturbing the peace

The D.A. in Savannah
Charged a 13yr old girl
With robbery and battery
F##kn up a poor kid's world

Old enough to face adult time
When crime is the case
But ask for beer or wine
Tell her "No!" to her face

The street cops face danger
But the brass make the rules
More concerned with their image
Than giving the men proper tools

My hometown once had a chief
Who'd never been a cop
With no true frame of reference
What's he know bout when to stop

They lead from the rear
Yet eat the cream of the crop
Salt mixes with water
Shit floats to the top

Those fukkers take the credit
When there's good words to be had
But when heat goes up slightly
They tell the street cop too bad