Same motherfuckers in the cruiser at the noon Be the same motherfuckers wearing hoods under the moon Badge come off and the white sheet bloom Like the costume was always the disguise of the goons How many funerals we gotta sit through, nigga How many mothers gotta scream in the pew, nigga How many cousins gotta bleed on the avenue, nigga Before the country admit what the country always knew, nigga You can't tell me the badge and the hood ain't kin Forged in the same furnace of original sin Patrols started as the catchers of the men Runnin' from the plantation 'fore the freedom begin What flag justify the body of a child in the street What badge justify the knee on a man tryna breathe What uniform forgive the trigger pulled six feet From a woman in her doorway 'bout to settle in to sleep Ain't no lie, motherfucker, it's a pattern and a plan It's a system functionin' exactly as it ran Since the founders wrote the document with a slave in hand And the document protectin' every owner of the land You can't reform a machine built to do this work The blue line ain't a accident, the blue line is a perk Of a country that was founded on the blood of who they hurt Every politician and cop belongs in the dirt How many funerals we gotta sit through, nigga How many mothers gotta scream in the pew, nigga How many cousins gotta bleed on the avenue, nigga Before the country admit what the country always knew, nigga To every motherfucker that's a soldier of the state Every cop that signed the contract, every guard that work the gate Stop, just stop, look at the lives that you take Stop firin' the rifle 'cause they told you it's your fate Stop killin' people, that's all we ask Stop hidin' behind the badge, behind the cross, behind the mask Stop swallowin' the orders, stop performin' the task Stop pretendin' that the violence is a duty you can't pass Same motherfuckers in the cruiser at the noon Same motherfuckers wearing hoods under the moon The costume gon' change but the killers stay tuned And the only way it end is when we finally exhumed How many funerals we gotta sit through, nigga How many mothers gotta scream in the pew, nigga How many cousins gotta bleed on the avenue, nigga Before the country admit what the country always knew, nigga
