Lyrics Police State - Tropidelic

Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland
A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason
The writings on the wall, the politics are fake
Its clear to me we're livin in a police state

Seven beers deep and we haven't left the Heights
The whole citys gone corrupt, there ain't enough to make it right
Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore
More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor
Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets
In the Rock N Roll city only stops on the beat
Got me paranoid, stressed, why don't you put me to the test under a streetlight

Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton
God Bless America and Fuck Dennis Rodman
The working mans imprisoned while celebrities escape
Oh my God its so much bigger than a police state

Debbie had a job now all she does is crack
She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a Cadillac
Just perpetuating more of that "choosing to afford"
Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes its what you settle for
But its gotta come cheap when theres just enough to eat
And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street
When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth its a hard life

So where'd the cash go? I think we all know
Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone
They'll break you down but you'll give them the tools
Now theyre taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools
You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side
Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride
Now it might just seem like a regular day
You got your hustle on but you don't get paid
At least not enough so you better make a change
End up getting busted with your face on the front page
Now the money in your bed or in your safe
Might as well not even been there in the first place

Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown
If you ain't been listenin', let me give you the run down
The prisons are for profit, its society's mistake
How macabre, we been living in a police state

Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang
He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang
When refusing to conform has become part of the norm
Better come original and then you might weather the storm
But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef
And I bet that silver spoon ain't teach the rules of the street
Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think your smart right?