The black and white rolls up the road
You feel so very far from home
There's no way out, the law's the law
Don't you know KID?
See, they just don't care what you do,
Since it ain't really up to you
The orders come and orders never lie, KID.
They can't look at themselves
So they point straight at you
They've seen your type before
You're just another kid stoned and breaking the law
And you rob
And you steal
Or you kill
Or you deal...it's all the same to them.
The cuffs are on
The club comes down
They kick you as you hit the ground
That's OK, you gave 'em shit,
Don't you know, kid?
They take their anger to the streets
They've got nobody else to beat
Your rights are just a fallacy,
Don't you know kid?
G.S., early '82
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