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They walk around so self-righteous

Busting heads to fill their quotas

Use of fear to build their egos

Societies hand picked vigilantes



Drinking wine in an alley one day

The cops came by make him pou it down the drain

Hand -cuffs out hand on his gun

Saying "I don't like your looks I think you're coming

With us"

Hand-cuffs stapped on the real tight

Forced to lay face down in the street

Kicked repeatedly in the head

Tossed in a dumpster

And left for dead

Brutality and corruption

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