Spoiled Bunch

Spoiled apples in your bunch have crushed my view of you
Transitioning you from Officer Friendly to an enemy in blue
Y'all should say Soo Woo for all the blood that y'all spread
Cuz everytime I turn around another one of us is dead

Are y'all bred to raise y'all legs and piss on our faith & hope
Because you know that both are our strongest means to cope
It's like we dropped the soap and weighted ropes keeps our faces down
With our pants to the ground as you emaciate the pretty, round brown

Don't like how that sounds or the image it evokes?
Imagine trying to breathe through the chokes & the strokes
As y'all go for broke with all of the smoke you're bringing
Disguising it with lies as reasons why you keep on killing

Hearing the sirens of police is like hearing a beast howling at the moon
Hands up, you still shoot like we're at the O.K. Corral saloon at high noon
Soon and very soon we are going to see the King is what we keep singing
My best guess is that our relentless duress will continue until he's seen
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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