They have no consequences, they have no fear
Put one behind one's ear, do one every year
Drop a bowling ball through the roof of a squad car
Hang 'em from a light pole as proof that they are not hard
This is the anger that you created by
Strangling a man in the middle of the streets with his hands up
Picture on a closed casket where the phony flag sits
Let 'em never take black tape off of they badges
The slave's last task is digging graves for their masters
Plant 'em in the field where they prayed for disaster