Immovable

It seems so often that all cops are bastards.
Injustices pour in like never-ending waves,
And most whites act like they are always masters.

It spiralled from control faster and faster
As thugs in blue send people to their graves
It seems so often that all cops are bastards.

Expecting negros to work in their pastures,
They suffer, toil, sweat all day, as slaves
And most whites act like they are always masters.

A black man, stopped by one who’s alabaster,
submits while the badged gunman rants and raves.
It seems so often that all cops are bastards.

Listen to that hypocrite, a pastor
Who says that blacks are children to be saved.
Most whites act like they are always masters.

To stop this generations-old disaster
We need direction, a new road to pave

          A way to break the cycle,
          and a way to change the form.