Stray From The Path - III Lyrics

The police are people who (kill) give help
Each and every day
If you like to help people, then join the police
Is- a-okay

Part three 'cause f*ck one, two
How many courtrooms can these cowards walk right through?
In the land of opportunity, where qualified immunity
Keeps a red dot locked on the community, uh
Tell you to face up when your face is getting laced up
Shooting from the hip, always aiming for the waist up
Untouchables can still get touched
Let 'em call for backup, 'cause there's always more of us, run up

So if the boot fits, you stepped in the shit
It was always broken, there's nothing to fix
F*ck this

Servants of the 187
Send another victim to heaven
Servants of the 187
A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon
Servants of the 187
Send another victim to heaven
Servants of the 187
A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon

God damn, now that's Americana
Slave catchers still cookin' up drama
How these snakes stay emancipated?
When that blue line's looking real gang related

Hold up, no knock, thirty-two shots, apartments holed up
The cities burn like beacons, but the body count still goes up
And the riots only start when the storm troopers roll up
It's all about to blow up

Do you know what my job as a New York City police officer is?
When I put that shield on my chest-

Kill, kill without question
You refuse to learn your lesson
Kill, kill because you can
But now you better f*cking pray you got a body cam

We can run it back bitch, turn off the body cam

Killer cops get dropped
Killer cops get dropped

Kill without question (you refuse to learn your lesson)
Kill because you can (better pray you got a body cam)

So if the boot fits, you stepped in shit
It was always broken there's nothing to fix
F*ck this

Servants of the 187
Send another victim to heaven
Servants of the 187
A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon
Servants of the 187
Send another victim to heaven
Servants of the 187
A badge and a bullet is a deadly weapon

Part three, 'cause f*ck one, two
And if you fly that blue flag, then f*ck you too
Part three, 'cause f*ck one, two
And if you fly that blue flag, then f*ck you too

(God damn now that's Americana)
(God damn now that's Americana)
(God damn now that's Americana)