What's a boy to do
When the boys in blue
They hunt with guns
They point at you

With
Points of views
They’ve
Coined since youth
They
Join your crews
And then
Spoil your roots
Put
Oil into
Put
Poison too
Destroy
Your truth
Then toy with you

Make vacant rooms
And blatant use
Of force and
Occupation troops

That break in twos just to break into
Every home on the road and then shake them loose
Interrogation tools just to break your cool
Checkpoints at every transportation route
Point it back at you

“Boy pipe it with that attitude”
“You don't want to see what we'll do when we mad at you”
Throw a rock
Shoot a rocket
Murdering your family too
I know you call it crazy but to me I call it
Afternoon




It’s comin
Comin
Comin
It's comin
Comin
Comin
Revolution

What's a boy to do
When the boys in blue
They hunt with guns
They point at you

What's a boy to do
When the boys in blue
They hunt with guns
They point at you

They wanna close my book kill my thoughts and pen
There's a war going on nobody's stopping it
It's David vs Goliath and the problem is
They say David's fight is not defense
While Goliath gets money and a lot to spend
From the Congressmen
On bombs and ships
On arms and guns just to stop their fears
See this plot is clear
It’s called politics