Reality Check

They got badges on they chest with the bulletproof vests

They think they better than the rest, so they violently arrest

Causin' distress, stealing baby birds from mama birds nest

They try to make excuses like they're doin' their jobs

But since when is killing black boys enforcing the law

They don't care at all. They try to make us feel small.

They got they guns on they hip. Waliking big and tall.

One day they will fall. Leavin' blood on the wall.

Tears will come down like they did for Trey,Eric, and Mike Brown.

Blood soaked deep into the ground, by the hands of these clowns.

They walk around town like they badge is a crown.

It time for justice to be found.

We all got to stick together against the madness now.