stop!I am a copyou gotta stopI have a gun -see it pointing atyour black face?what are you doingdriving on this road to freedomwho gave you the right to fly free on my highwayit's my highyour lowyou gotta gonow bowor else!stop! is that a broken tail lightair freshener danglingI'll find an excuse, any excuserun?you think your legs gonna beat my bullet?you're deadold mammieswail the dirgeanother black boybites the dust -I blow the residueof responsibilityoff my gun's mouthfor I am the trollunder the bridgeheed or heal! you dog  

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