Cops Don’t Care Pt. II

How you wanna live?

Can you conceive of a living wage?

Or does it all just sound like something somebody else would say?

Even when they talk so calmly

They say “There’s only a couple of questions we’ve got to ask.”

You know the pavement is always hungry

For those drops of your blood

For that knee in your back

Life is so incredibly long

Like a kiss on a bridge between two nervous-ass kids

Terrified of doing everything wrong

Fickle, belligerent, fully existent

And I don’t wanna talk to all the people in their pickup trucks

Moving all their mouths

To make it hurt so much

You won’t get my blood in some apologetic stop-gap gush

You’ll feel it all at once in a red, raw rush

Overworked doctor is smoking in the doorway of the clinic

While protesters picket different perspectives of the same prison

The peace signs in pictures chucked up by the diminished

Mean “Nobody’s safe from the law”

Cause they don’t give a fuck

They don’t give a fuck about us