Against the police

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Hands ache as the cold metal cuts in deep Pressed unyielding to ensure obedience No resistance to an entrenched position of power   I can't breathe   Back is bruised and full of tension
There was a time where trust was a given. Where kids didn’t yell “I call witness!” Where people in ghettos didn’t walk with fright Throw their hands up and say “Don’t shoot”
A police woman gets her face smashed, Into a concrete curb By a drug intoxicated man She is terrified to shoot Police brutality has made her the victim She risks her life to not be criticized 
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheerThere's so much thats been happening this yearParents sheltering children from the newsThey're in denial but we all know the truthThe story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoe
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