Excuse me officer
What do you have against the weak?
Are you talking to me? A man with no desires or needs?
Well I may be quite obscene, but it is the right of law which I obey by force.
The right to be seen, the right to hit the moan, and jail the rare that crawl through out the world
But hey “Mr. Police “don’t you realize is the poor who you cure?
Don’t you realize you hit the man that has nothing for life?
The people that hide under the side, the ones that are blind too so many laws and bribe
You talk like the people, and for the people are you the person?
Are you the man that can answer all that is to be seen?
Are you the one that places the city in order and prays to don’t get shoot by the fool?
So please young man, step down the side, as the man with gun is the man with the voice
Arrogance purls your veins and anger is seen through your skin
Why do you fight to defend the rich rights?
Aren’t you a spy for the youth? the one that protects the dreams and the fields?
But I can see the madness, the sadness that falls down the hill, you are just the rule that has no emotion
Don’t talk about my word as if it was the extension of robots
I am a man with a job to be done
Sadly it involves the use of the force and the ability to be able to shoot down the roads
Sadly you claim? That as for now, claims that you have a soul
You just took a wrong way down the moan
Don’t you see that the streets can be clean without blood or shit?
Excuse me, social crumble of men
Aren’t you too young to talk about what’s right?
Weren’t you supposed to be messing up with the messed up and the twisted?
Listening to bullshit theories of fallen heroes, crying for forgotten fellows
I do cry at night Mr. Policeman, I cry for the maybes and the possible saviors of the night
For those that were crushed by the law for those that were spoiled by the man and the gun
I do dream at night about a world where the bridge and the dawn are a safe spot for the man with no home
