[Malcolm X]
The police the same way; they put their club upside your head and then turn around and accuse you of attacking them. Every case of police brutality against the Negro follows the same pattern...

[Verse 1: J-Live]
I tell you what, I pledge allegiance to the people not the flag
The flag’ll never represent the people ’til we all considered equal
In the еyes of the law, rich or poor, officers kill Blacks with no rеmorse
Then ask what we bitchin’ for
And wonder why the innocent ain’t even snitchin for ’em
You just as dangerous as criminals, so pick your poison
Part of the problem that refuses to relate
Turn the hood to a trap, very few can escape
Like the word that precedes it - neighbor
But if it ain’t the cops, it’s somebody else’s neighborhood watch
As the money turns your block from hot to the new hot spot
Now it’s someone else’s neighborhood
Watch how police get along with them
The storm troopers think the whole hood is truant unless it’s affluent
But even if you’re fluent in the language of the law
With stacks of greenbacks, you can’t reply or buy out the fact
If you’re Black, there’s a target on your back
Your front, your side, they’ll blow down your front door
Where you reside, air out your ride
Whether hooptie or coupe, your hoodie or your suit
You’re ugly or you’re cute
A dentist or his son with a scholarship to hoop
Colin Powell or Snoop
Hands on the steering wheel, thrown for a loop
Hands up, wallet out, screaming “Don’t shoot!”
Without even so much as an oops
Armed to the teeth like troops, fully automatic
Patrolling the war zone that we call home
Unless I’m breaking the law, leave me the fuck alone