Lyrics: We must stop calling cops as pigs, Cause pigs aren't the ones with guns and stop and frisk Nautilus don't want to restate the obvious But it seems the blue bloc shoots shots with no consequence, They got drones above in swarms, flood our streets like thunder storms, another rally, a mother mourns, they punish themselves who under perform, Every end of the month it seems these machines be out in force, they laws they enforce, they cause they endorse, Keeping walls clean so property don't depreciate, don't help people with no options, real problems they don't alleviate, As a matter of fact, they get paid to sustain the complex, its not complex, they keep the steady stream of bodies constant, Benefiting from Drug money, whether or not they sell or buy, they withholding evidence and have no qualms telling lies, The brown skin marks you as separate from the buffer class, white American underclass, still demonize those sleeping under the underpass, gun shots drowned out by the thunder claps, while bodies once full of life now rest forever under wraps, Its easily tolerated if you only see that they only beat blacks, they react to aggressions of ungrateful street rats, insulate barons from the wrath of the have nots, they smash with they badge on, Spray gas with a mask on, No doubt they relish sending folk to the ER while every movie and TV show helps with they PR, I pass empty lots, empty buildings exposing rebar, Look around for broken windows, this whole city in a free fall. Think back to peaceful times, no one can recall, the people vs. The power its a struggle with no resolve, They are care not whether you eat a meal, If you keep your calm or if you keep it real, Whether you Sleep in the streets, or just keep in your peace, they say serve and protect, but they really serve the elite, Top .1, the ten percent is a rounding error, the wealth affords mounting terror and astounding measures, brutality filmed digitally suppressed by legislation, my brothers leave they house but never make it to they destination, or is it worse when they start stalking you home, swat teams mobilized Against teens walking alone, forced entry with the semi auto itching for blood, dark house, narrow hallways, sergeant claimed they sniffing for drugs, Graham was at the sink when the filth started shooting, his grandma witness first hand his point blank execution, Now his face another portrait on murals unpainted, Taking from his loved ones to stand with his ancients, We live under assault, these streets are dangerous, When crimes are organized, we watch where they aiming, They care not whether you eat a meal, If you keep your calm or if you keep it real, Whether you Sleep in the streets, or just keep in your peace, they say serve and protect when they murder the weak. Pepper spray down your gullet or a boot on your face, they won't have to say they assaulted if they make a bullet take your brain place, they train to maintain order, carry out torture in the backrooms, patroling borders in order to ensure capital/ flows only one way, while blood flows in the streets, wherever they show there is grief, symbiosis between, crime and punishment, rules contradicting natural laws, behaviors designated criminal as if they actual flaws, In this dichotomy, autonomys the first to go, justice is a setup like they did to Serpico, Its means nothing if you trust them, they don't trust you, that guns for their protection, what you gonna do when they fuck you, Self defense is common sense, but most follow like Simon says, knots of logic disconnected, its time now to combine the threads. Self defense is common sense, its not a crime to survive, The time has arrived, for us to open our eyes, They care not whether you eat a meal, If you keep your calm or you keep it real, Whether you Sleep in the streets, or just keep in your peace, they say serve and protect, but what does that really mean. For this track I was asked to slay the devil, before they slay us when they spray the metal, nautilus makes a ruckus while wino raise the levels, but can only go so far against forces that creates the ghettos, it's much bigger than the precinct, the devils don't wear a uniform, the devil incarnate is the way we think, that the nature of human is deceitful and greed, the concept of evil drilled by the constant siege, of a culture spread by coercion, fighting against natural flows, if you force a carte blanc something unnatural grows, the seeds sown long ago sprouted a new way of life, totalitarian agriculture supplanting the days and nights, centralize sources of power took reign, began to spread, legions fueled by bread began to move the rest, thousands upon thousands ways of life founded, without police or jails, no one god for them to challenge, wherever our culture went famine soon followed, but our ancestors were true apostles, we can tell by the fossils, warped spines, poor diet, a life of harsh labor, dying for the controlling echelons, this group can be called takers, not because they take from the land and don't give back more, not because they take life's and engage in full fledged war, not because we take risks we don't understand, nothing is for certain and that's the grand plan, we take control from the gods all around us, acquiesce to religions that seek to confound us, or distracted by technology that seeks to astound us, Believe in fallacies that keep our hands bounded The police, just one symptom of the sickness, the devils in the details, its time for new visions.